frances dorset has met jeffery gook and oh my. i can't stop writing characters much too similar to myself and i feel as though that lacks imagination and effort. could it even be narcissistic, having the effect of appearing that i have no interest in writing anything other than something involving myself? write what you know, but for fuck sake... i just feel like a lot of the things that i have been experiencing lately are worthy of being examined, and developing situations on a literary plane creates layers of involvement that you can chose to explore--or not. things are changing and it feels shitty as hell, but i'm confident in the fact that i'll pull myself up by the fucking boot straps. 

and just like that someone took a shit in my throat and i've lost all focus.

11 00001010101

i'm going to try and put some stuff up, but i'm retarded.

$$$

I listened to Feed The Animals today... Greg Gillis is ballz. eminem over Yael Naim... mmm.

you can get his album for a "donation" at http://illegalart.net/

i'm going to mexico with my family for christmas this year and was looking at the resort we're going to... holeeeee shit. i've never been to a 5star anything before and this shit looks pretty ridiculous. Moon Palace has the larget swimming pool in Cancun and all the rooms have a jaccuzi, hammocks on the balcony and and and a four nozzle dispenser with vodka, rum, whisky, and tequilla that is replenish daily!!! oh my fuuuck. going on a resort vacation is cheesy as shit but going to an all inclusive super shitfaced resort sounds pretty sweet.

and http//www.wikihow.com/Pretend-to-Fly

if you don't have any balls, you can borrow some from your friend

pluck a what what what

christ. i can't control the thoughts swarming in my head. alphabet soup has apparently turned into juvenille gang activity. thank you vpd. words escape me.

hippy dippy boo ya

Santiago Mostyn ^

fuck yes Mr. tacky- Tim Barber:

SUMMER FUN TIME!!!!

babez and brewz, bro

summer preview:

1. shennanisquad
2. fire
3. fake-out wrestling league
4. vermillion v. sioux falls sports--- bring it on honkies!
5. doom garage
6. tour de franzia
7. May 22nd: Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull... how many old man quips can Steven Spielberg shove down Harrison Ford's throat? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

i found http://www.tinyvices.com/Robin_Schwartz_TV -- my big fuck you to naysayers of animal photography. the portraits of amelia are my favorite though.

wuvs.

LES ANIMAUX

pro-fucking-ductive weekend. RUMMAGE SALE SEASON HAS SPRUNG. and i couldn't be happier.





For 19 dollars I came away with:

1. rollar skates


2. 10 speed Schwin


3. elephant head hat, tiger head, teddy burrs


4. fuck ton of zippers


5. lots of books about (dinosaurs, space, crafts, basketweaving, the animal kingdom, and tom cruise)


6. an over priced hot dog (fur me tum tum)


7. sweet ass type writer


8. beads beads beads

lists will save the world doooooood

i found my power animal this on saturday, or at least my first. walking to china in the mud brought the swift arms of a giant squid, my squid, me. a slimly surge within inspires the confidence and capability from my jelly like insides. did i mention i'm losing my mind?

i've been thinking about jumping a lot lately, or at least the feeling derived from basically throwing yourself at will. i jumped off of our four wheeler today while it was moving and ate some awful shit. c'est bonne. i want to jump off of my bike and on my bed and nothing needs to interrupt this relationship with gravity. dun you dare.

i have no focus right now, only anticipation for the shit storm that's a brewing. yay for the vague.

indulgent surroundings

it's been raining for two days.

i only have one rainboot... the other i believe is somewhere in the catacombs of my old apartment. Which i sometimes want to move back to- a lot of the time actually. minus will. yuhhh.

i'm skipping classes today to do my laundry. i get to ride a space rocket home to sioux falls MINUS cigarettes.

got a promotion(???) at work, but i think it's only for the summer? probably the best part is that now i'm dave's boss. PREPARE TO ENTER THE MF GULAG

yesterday was better

I wouldn't mind hanging out in a womb for a little bit. the lack of soda would be hard to negate. we dug up a bush yesterday and planted a furby in it's place. i like the idea of burying things, implanting foreign objects into the ground.

things that made me cry today:

1. lars and the real girl: they have a funeral for a sex doll. legit.
2. finding my hot glue gun
3. earth girls are easy
4. being cold