Month: April 2017

i have been weakened by this sense of insatiable, childish desire for someone. this human emotion, this drive, this hunger … why? is something missing? 

ps – it’s the voice. you can tell by the voice. listen to mimic. 

i am a miniature giant person. i’m a dwarf giant. explains a lot, doesn’t it? 

irl (in real life), i’m going to smile and nod and laugh. but behind the mask (the persona), you can go fuck yourself with a chainsaw. 

four coincidences. last month — as a reminder — a good friend in los angeles was walking drunk, struck by a car. i found out he has been in a coma for a month and as a 40 year old male with brain stem trauma, will not recover. then, at the grocery store, a dude in the line in front of me at the deli had a seizure and fell over and cracked his skull and was paralyzed. then at lunch, i was at the sandwich shop across from the hospital. a woman eating her chicken sandwich got a phone call and then started sobbing and broke down. her mother had just died. and then we went to the lesbian bar for trivia. i went to the doughnut shop next door to stand in line and found out that a guy had died there earlier in the day by choking on a doughnut. no joke.