I was inspired by Matt Ruby's post to "keep speaking no matter what." In this case, writing.
My muscles are tense and my belly feels like it is full of honey and heartache. Death seems like sleep to me: I need it. I feel like I'm death deprived. I really need to die-been awake too long. Led Zeppelin and birds. Mandolins. Mandolins have a nice trilling sound. For a metal band Zep used a lot of mandolins. They used a pan flute too right? I wanna do that. Do excessive cock comedy and piss off the hipsters. Blech my ear is itchy.
My mom made me shave my beard. I wanted to keep it but she wouldn't stop her Rosie Perez yelp. This piercing shriek. The shriek gives you power but people don't like you. It's kind of like having nukes-everyone fears you no one likes you.
You know what? Even food is being hit by the recession. Food. Even McDonald's-the service economy-is being hit. You may have trouble getting a job at McDonald's. Ear hair.
At least I can catch up on my death when I'm unemployed.
Ahh, that's bleak.
I'm just sayin, death like sleep
that sounds good
So does Sizzlers
Sizzlers would put me in a coma.
Death has to get rid of itchiness right
Coffee makes me feel guilty'
I wonder how much coffee Hitler drank
Did he play Mandolins
and piss off hippies
He was a vegetarian
My wrists need rest