THANKS, NORCOM!
June 22th 2010
I had to trade books hate to trade books. Keep. I wondered if time was mapped out with little circles along the way, and checked my watch. A fucking circle. Goddamnit, they're good. Now they fucking had me. This is basically a handcuff. I sawed off my own arm that's a lie. Where would I have gotten a saw? Why would you even think I could saw off my own arm I usedused dynamite. No. When I woke, though, I felt good.
Where was that critic? He... wait, no. Me. Me thought this meant time was playing out all the time. Shit. No. My arm never left. And I haven't worn a watch since High School. True story: I graduated High School once... well, once, but also infinitely if you've been keeping up with me, so, ok, once, and you know, I was one of those lazy smart guysguys, I did the bare minimum but still pulled A's because I didn't give a fuck. That's when I used to draw pictures I couldn't see, and I didn't complain about how they looked. Where was that... ok, no, so I graduated High School, and that critic... that. No, my dad, my father, right, she gives me this watch that's coloured like the sun. Happy fucking graduation, golden child.
I checked the time. Wait. I haven't worn a watch since High School. So, I get this fucking Sun coloured watch, right? Within 3 months, it falls apart. Pieces fall off of it. I never wear a watch again. There are three arms here... No. That critic. I imagined him with big glasses. He was smart once, too, but he wanted to be an artist. And it didn't work outout. Uh... a suit and a tie. I had to concentrate. He would be pompous, but only because he basically faileSUCCEEDED at his lot in life. Truly touched by the divine, I suppose, he knew which way the wind was blowing and peed right where he was supposed to.
Slow. This went slow, and felt like a mountain. Beginning to feel sick, like I drank too much. Three. I tried to count trying to count to three. Three. Parachuting agents descended on the city. Three. Three agents, three cities, in three days. It's partially sunny... that feels like it should mean something. Soon, I'll be eating sushi, but I'm running out of time. No, that's stupid... I haven't been listening to me. Shadows line across the page. The critic speaks up!
"This is stupid, how is it going to help?"
YES! YES!! That's my boy!!!