This here is the space into which I put some of the thoughts which have been gathering inside my head. Mostly mundane stuff as I am not that original
There’s few things to report. let’s see?
We were watching that program you know? The one where they make clothes for fashion? It’s the one where Heidi Klum says “one day you’re in, one day you’re out”. Ahh Project Runway.
It was My best friend he came for a visit and on the TV was Project Runway running in the background while we were playing hearthstone battleground duos. Anyway it was a strangely captivating and interesting show; I couldn’t differentiate between the bad and the good stuff, for example they were making pregnancy clothes, like, for pregnant ladies, and one of them he made this white garment where the stomach is like an egg with type of a nest around it, like. And I thought that was a great idea, really clever, (because a pregnant stomach resembles an egg and has a baby in there, just like an egg sometimes has a chicken). Even he added feathers to the shoulders to drive the point home and for some extra touch. Apparently that was unwearable. The other clothes looked also unwearable but apparently they were good even though they didn’t seem to have put as much thought into them.
It’s just things that I don’t understand and therefore they do amuse me somewhat, in a non condescending way I just observe that they seem to come from another planet or their brains are wired differently plain and simple.
also we were driving in his monster truck to the camping site so I could catch Pokemon and there for some reason I was struck by a rare feeling of self consciousness, like. Standing there in the rain looking for a shiny this dragon fellow, and I felt a brief spike of unease about the whole situation.
I might be having a mild depression right now, I think. Because I don’t want to wake up and I am not so much looking forward to anything and I just don’t feel like smiling so much or smiling like this sad clown archetype or something.
Anyhow having my friend over for a visit helped a lot.
Similarly running today, listening to Ava Max in the sun, running around until all the energy was spent and and then back home that also helped
I bought this top of the line nose washer you know the type of thing you pour water through one nostril and out it comes through the other one ?!! A top of the line with yoga printed on the package
Because this is what yogis do: they do this all of the time but I got tumors up there, in the hidden cavities of the face: the Sinuses, benevolent, but tumors nontheless which I treat with cortisone so I don’t have to do any more surgery up there it’s too close to some of the vital organs for me to enjoy being surgeried up there, so close to the eyes and the brain plus they do stuff the nose full of tampons after such a surgery and trust me it’s not a pleasant experience to pull them out.
No indeed.
Even though I got some wonky eyes and a wonky brain, I thank the gods that I do have them and would not like having some further misfortune affecting them.
so here I am, top of the line with a top of the line nose washer. I do jog I like to jog it makes my problems seem smaller for a while and I enjoy the scenery. I enjoy listening to Ava Max until the iPhone warns me about the volume I wish my phone would treat me like an adult.
I can’t explain why I do like Ava Max so much I think we are on a similar wavelength or something.
Some people say that life is like a rollercoaster and I always found that to be an apt description because indeed it’s frightening from start to finish but no point getting out mid fare.
Indeed
hello my. Dear!
this day started with that I didn’t wanna get up and face another day but my bladder made me do it and now I am back in bed again ready for another brief respite of so called sleep.
There were imagery in my head this night but it’s all forgotten again it was the alcohol you see, having some neighbours over for some drinks of alcohol, and then sitting talking to one another and that was nice.
No o I put the dirty laundry on the clean one again it was a bad mistake my wife is upset with me it was the second time like that time with the tooth paste she put a tube of regular tooth paste in the dog box, a special box with dog care inside of it, and I used regular instead of dog toothpaste and my dog she looked at me like I was insane. She was very offended she was that it didn’t taste like liver but what? Mint? She had a look on her of deep betrayal, and now my wife she put the baskets with clean and dirty laundry next to each other and I screwed up twice. And so three strikes I’m being set up to fail.
Sometimes it’s hard but I each always for the light.
I reach for the light
Always.
i saw some funny looking chickens today and I scraped my knee and I didn’t do much else worth of notice except the fiasco with the laundry
Oh yeah I met an old friend who was a roommate but he too had grown old and we didn’t have much to say to one another no more. I think he seemed to have lost his carefree good spirits and now was looking worn but I look like that too but I reach for the light
Hello it’s me again yesterday I couldn’t fall sleep, you see I was haunted by old forgotten memories.
Last time I checked the clock before I finally slept it said something with 03.
Now I am back on the very same spot in the sofa I have mowed the lawns and I’m about to read my book and listening to Soilwork man that’s good did you hear they’ve got a real good new drummer all the way from Denmark?
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Ok cool cool to think that today 2000 years ago or thereabouts that Jesus flew
I knew a guy once he was a disgusting in some ways and his face was that of a man with a weirdly angular but also feminine cheekbones. The disgusting part was in relation to the ladies and how he would take liberties with his hands and once he was in love with a girl whose name may have been Laila or maybe something else entirely doesn’t matter but he was in love with her so he hosted the pictures for her online journal, but when it wasn’t reciprocated, the love, he went and changed all of the pictures to that asshole picture of that goatse page, you know? The one with the giant asshole. It could’ve been more things between them too going on which I am not aware of but I remember that as being the gist of it. She did remove him from her friends list after that incident.
The guy coincidentally was also a giant asshole too but he liked this guy John Frusicante which I do too some of these songs were great I think.
Now some decades later I have seen on some pictures that he’s lost his hair because of aging whereas I have become corpulent, let’s call it that.
the dog the black one, yesterday he stuck his nose deep into the cat litter box and he looked like that guy from scarface, you know, powder round the nose like in that scene with the cocaine but it was yeah cat sand in there anyway that was a pretty funny sight to see with bis wacky little cute dog face and the sand and stuff yo.
Some people are just wacko. It’s taxing to share the earth with all of these wacko people, don’t you agree? Unfortunately I am also wacko but fortunately in a good way like in that song by Ava Max, did you hear that one yet/: Sweet but psycho. That’s right: it could’ve been a song about me but for a small detail in the lyrics: „She’s sweet but a psycho“. I am a he (/him)
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I’ve learned from the Internet That I am cis. Apparently all who are not trans are cis? That’s a very broad category then, ? Isn’t too broad to be meaningful? I wouldn’t know please don’t get angry about such statements I love the trannies. Just don’t think it’s fair that they participate in ladies sports. Just kidding i don’t give a fuck about sports. Even though I‘ve tried.
Hey don’t you think that some people claim that they are sport nerds thats an oxymoron if I ever saw one, man, those people are wackos.
I’m angry and on edge like a strung bow!!! Like that song, you know, the one with 50 cent; “Don’t push me”: (I aim straight for your head, so don’t push me). That’s a great track! 50 cent has a knack for writing straightforward lyrics.
Anyway, I’m feeling this way cause there’s too much yin or yang in relationship to the yang or yin: to find balance in life is all about walking a narrow path like on a knife’s edge, and should you lose your footing and sprain your ankle then you become irate and on edge. This is a metaphor I often use metaphors like I said before to paint a powerful picture (another metaphor).
The little dog is having a relapse into puppyrty and he’s been shitting and peeing all over the floor today but we love one another still, that’s what love is, you know? It’s that unconditional love between man and dog it’s a bond strong like steel.
I’ll use a lot of methaphors in my next book which is about the conflict between good and evil, a fascinating subject because like I use to say they are sometimes hard to distinguish. Sometimes impossible.
Man, it’s cheering me up to think about what a great book it’ll be
Even though it’s summer outside, the evenings are bright and it’s the season where everything comes to life. Even though there’s hardly any moon to see, there are signs and such for those observant enough; like yesterday my dog, the red dog, she shat out a sad smiley :(
Ominous
There’s that oppressive feeling with the weather: rain and chill winds, and also: the sad smiley made of shit.
Indeed this brings me to the next subject: that darker Side of me; all people have a devil whispering which I’ve told about before and today outside a middle school I took out a red gym and put in there a frustrated rat with a sick read gleam in its vicious little eyes. There likely was a young child who had the gun before me but I payed no heed.
Ok weekend what to do in the rain? What do you do when it rains? I’ve got wet feet from all of the puddles I’ve stepped in with my sneakers.
I’ve neglected my Pokémons today. It’s been a day full of work and I’ve done the laundry and my wife she’s not here so I’ve got to also walk the dogs and like I said do some work which today meant hours of meetings where I interject some profound stuff to the mix, like some observations and shit, just like that.
Speaking of shit, I’ve read some shit lately (today) that you should be thankful and not complain as long as there are people worse off than you (in essence), which is always the case: some poor fuck has to eat dung to survive and may also have the measles, but that sad fact should in no way shape or form invalidate your own tragedies and the hurt that you may carry and which might shape you slightly off center. The feelings inside do not need to be justified and are valid and yeah that’s feels so good to have that off my chest.
Of course to me the above is obvious but I’ve got a philosophers mind. A hobby philosopher with a big heart.
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Have you heard the? Born again pessimist by architects it goes like this:
I don't wanna talk too much, I'm never gonna stop, yeah, I love this crutch
So if I kiss the ground, don't look 'round, God, bless my big empty heart
That’s pretty profound man I love music it’s in my DNA like water
I had prepared a post about Torx screw heads and that I was baffled that in this day and age that they still make the regular + and – screw heads which I always seem to break.
Then I thought screw that who wants to read that sort of stuff?
I’m living in the city during weeks now, counting down the days to summer break and to retirement.
I enjoy being able to buy the bakery bread in the mornings and to be looking at other things besides trees when running. Sometimes I saw roe deer, but now instead it’s people I see. And some cars and houses and the waters.
Humans are drawn to the water.
I haven’t got much clothes suitable for civilised life no more I think. The clothes I do have of the fancier variety have shrunk since covid somehow and now they are all too tight, especially my leather jacket.
I don’t enjoy being fat but with the beard I resemble a troll in a handsome way, like, or else a hagrid archetype styke sort of.