The clock is analog and embodies something even more archaic

Will has been playing WOW in the living room for 6+ hours. I don't know how he does it. I don't understand how a human being can survive in a world that is nothing more than digital blips on a large and dangerously insecure screen. Tomorrow I start this experiment. The one that Rachel has already done, so in a sense I will be following in her footsteps, but in another sense, I am simply following in my own. I don't really have much to say. I got a parking ticket, showed two films to about 5 people and was really hoping for more to show up. It is despairing to think you've thought so well and have few people available to witness what may have been a little shit of grandeur. Someday, though, I will screen to 10 people and feel slightly less disenchanted. pop pop in a stop the atom says it is no shock but the body has another clue it's electrical current from me to you.

My horoscope for today/tomorrow says that my mind is on romance and my heart should be in it too. Tribble tribble tride and iddle. I don't know what to think of that. I tried romance a couple weeks ago and it was reinvigorated a couple of days ago to no avail. I don't really give a shit, maybe it just means I'll fall in love with the man who takes my piss sample tomorrow. I imagine it will go something like this "Here's my sample mister" i say. "Thanks, I just need you to sign here and go through the door on the right. Dr. Booze will be waiting for you to start your interview." he responds while keeping his eyes neatly turned to the label on the piss jar. "So you wanna fuck the pussy from which that piss was expelled?" I retort, my lids half shut from shock of verb choice. "The door on the right." he says and i shift my bag higher onto my shoulder. "Fuckin' puzzie."

i mean the art is in the word of the wind of the window of the blind and the blinds and the hammock is soaking wet.

I need to go to sleep to get the allotted 6 hrs. But i just want to drool on this format a little longer.

joel took my winter clothes and threw them over a bank where they sank to the mer-people who never owned such dense articles of prosthetics. 

what is the difference between ethereal and ephemeral? 

I will tell you now that I have the dictionary at my very hairy fingertips. 

ethereal: extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world. 

      ex.  The merman's fin was ethereal as it glimmered and danced over the barnacled sea wall. 

ephemeral: lasting for a very short time

      ex. The ephemeral sting that the bee injected into my forearm left me pining for more of his sweet sweet poison.

Maybe romance IS on my mind. The imagined romance of the dancing merman and the stinging bee. 

Holy holy holy

Tomorrow we will dive to the great reef and come back with clams full of diamonds. That is what we will do tomorrow my little Rew-mobile. We shall dance on the shores like the whores of our fathers with nye but a bit of booze in our gutters. 

Goodnight.