My right hand hurts, sorta, nah, its ok.
The interesting thing about life is the fact that you can experiment with your mind and your attitudes towards things. You can essentially tweak the way you see stuff and reality and decide what the hell is going on. HOLY FUCK this office chatter is trippin’ me out a bit. Hellooo Pandora, oh Gucci Mane and Lil’ Wayne and your silliness , you always know how to make me think of cough Sizurp and Cocaine. Seriously though, the louder the music in my 12 dolla K-Mart DJ-esque headphones the easier it gets to do my thang. What is my thang? I don’t know, exist. Existing is a thing one can do. I just bit my lip in some mild shit angst.
Writing in here feels nice. It throws out into my head a thought of publishing my rants. very Burroughs, not an original idea, however its something going on now so maybe that makes it worthwhile. Blah blah fuck it haha.
Ughhh…dude I was all sorts of fucked up this weekend. Not from a booze and drug POV but just existentially or whatever the fuck you want to call it. I slept on my roof and got some serious sun around 6-10am, then trekked out to the Coney Island with Cat Agonis. That was sweet, but was still bothersome in my head.
It was a heavy weekend, to say the least. ANGST ANGST ANGST.
I’ll be okay. I’m sure I’ll be periodically blabbing on here throughout the rest of the day.
Yes Rosco Dash, let me hear yo track.