–because maybe this whole thing about werewolves and warehouses will make sense.

–because maybe this reverse OCD where i have to make everything around me filthy and disorganized will stop.

–because maybe the idea that death is watching over every decision will go way (i.e. i can’t start my car because i saw a corolla under a bus last tuesday and i can’t ride my bike because that’s just armorless and i have to take these fish oil/flax seed capsules that make me shit at the bar but i can’t shit at the bar because my internet date might think i’m on coke so i’ll have to return to the table and not say much of anything as to not give off the wrong impression but shit she’s bored but i’ll take boring over coked up on a date but maybe she’s taking something for something and i’m already self-conscious about this very paragraph and how come nobody else i know is afraid of the fucking DEATH that is involved with every interaction in life, ever letter you put in the box, every nostalgic ska song made by an artist who had to make a pun off the word ska (skatalogical, skat’s in a cradle, skalamari, e-ska-pe from alcatraz, skatlantis, ska’s a crowd, skaboom, skalarious, skanksgiving, skauschwitz, etc) which is really just as bad as improv troupes (not their names, so much…just the fact that a group of people got together and said ‘let’s charge people to watch us talk out our asses.’ those people should entertain the suggestion “get murdered”.)

don’t buy into it. i’ve proofread this 8X.

fuck, what happened. bikage is on and i’m done closing one eye to write and i’m going to bed.

10/12/2006
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