16 March 1999
Katie Gilli[g]an & William Gillespie
hand off the tylenol to the next in line take me and pass it on my
coworkers on a trip to new guinea terrifying no toilet paper or billboards
only muddy holes in the dirt roads that would drown toddlers and midgets.
the stephen king book i'm listening to explores an alternate world a
few degrees from ours where the humans in topeka and other cities are
all killed by some flu plague, the little enemies and where would be
the place for paintings then somehow would my blood be happier fighting
for survival then typing new data into a computer hour after hour like
an enslaved chicken dropping the eggs baby i eat one with salt microbes
within take it into their gang, break it with gang members pain, mystery,
ever present smell. use it till it's dead drive it till it collapses
the strong or the ignorant come back for more commercials to induce
depressed people to commit suicide commercials to convince children
to put sugar in everyone's
antisocial behavior frowned upon
image of the time icon of hourglass all depending on sand. sand finite
time infinite life lies between waves of infinity like quantum physics
particle is everywhere in wave form then singular particle when observed
then wave again. no wonder people believe they are being watched.
last night, for the 7th night in a row, i dreamed of building web pages.
i am organizing all my childhood traumas into a directory tree. also,
though, last night i dreamed that i and some friends were trying to
sell the haunted mansion i've been having nightmares in for years. we
had turned all the lights on and were showing it to prospective tenants:
"this stairway dead-ends, that's a trunk full of mouldering trash from
the 1800's, this floor is haunted..." maybe this means i'm going to
sell this property off into someone else's nightmares and spend all
my nights working full time...
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