While it was slow at work I took up a pen and made a list of what I want; all of them were men and you were not on this list. I was feeling lissome and had sore spots on my face and the list went like this: 1. Aaron, 2. Brent, 3. Rahul, 4. Kennedy, and there were a few other names on this list too. This list was composed in descending order of want.
Often times I will return to the pastime of writing Roman numerals. This becomes mechanical. You wanted me to write them out of order and I am smart but not smart enough for that.
"This is all a fad!" you shouted at me at the H+M flagship store on Michigan Avenue. You needed new shirts and new pants, new everything, I may have convinced you to go. I abhorred the black and white too, and thought that the colors were pallid or sallow, but that was not the time to tell you, indeed I knew it was no time to tell you anything at all. Now, had I brought a book along and stayed up in a corner reading it would have been 'the Virgin Suicides,' because I'm am now reading first novels. Then, I would have brought Umberto Eco.
Why has my penis become erect? I'd need a servile wire or a cattle prod to tame this thing. It is eager to become a parent for the reasons that a penis would; I would reconsider Wyatt.
08 January 2010
Doctor Stabs Note
1. Life is simple. I develop all of these desires and am (I know how formulaic this is) disappointed. But how conflicting ideologies of each as this: all of the drugs, all sweaty lasciviousness in; and out, all food and disdain for the body and acceptance of polite differals and again food. We would've become an ascetic together, all fronts and mouth-holes, no eating.
2. Everyone is wearing the boots that hurt my feelings because you wore them and then dumped me, which at first seemed totally gnostic because however appropriate they may be, not for this snow. I increasingly galosh.
3. I am now making unleavened bread from cram flour and key lime juice. I am reading Anna Karenena and her wants seem reasonable. I am listening to a new disc of Gregorian chant covers of Black Sabbath.
4. And they pants in the boots! I could try this or equally I could go after a brick wall. I could make the little concessions and be your Japanese girl.
2. Everyone is wearing the boots that hurt my feelings because you wore them and then dumped me, which at first seemed totally gnostic because however appropriate they may be, not for this snow. I increasingly galosh.
3. I am now making unleavened bread from cram flour and key lime juice. I am reading Anna Karenena and her wants seem reasonable. I am listening to a new disc of Gregorian chant covers of Black Sabbath.
4. And they pants in the boots! I could try this or equally I could go after a brick wall. I could make the little concessions and be your Japanese girl.
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