I’m coming out of a long, desultory period where I didn’t feel like doing much of nothing. It’s been touching, seeing my face newly shaved and my running beginning again.
I need to feel these moments to feel alive.
Spoke too quick. For a long period of time recently I was out of the picture, hovering around home like a ghast. Now I’m up and about}
Today I went to the giant London Drugs store directly due in Downtown and laid down $26 in debit card money for an assortment of scribble books and two Ink Joy pens, expensive but worthwhile. I find the aphorism “you get what you pay for” not to be entirely true, but its outlines approximate reality.
A few days ago I saw a magnificent rack of boobies on display during the clear day before the rains. We need a lot more of this. Females have a duty to improve the visual environment. A pronounced duty. They ought to be punished severely for being fat and punished even for applying makeup inappropriately. Tattoo shops should be made off-limits and illegal for them.
*Xtasorcery chops hand down slowly*
Life demands no less.
I did a wash two days ago. The washing machine and drying machine are separate in my place. The former is located on floor 1, the latter on floor 3 (which is where the Softie Girl is located).
Last night I spoke with The Softie Girl. She took it easy and spoke slow. Does art. The arts . . . fine. Nothing noteworthy. Smiles a lot like she’s on drugs. The drug of a guise. Her DIY tattoos on her fingers were invisible from that distance, from that angle.
I didn’t speak that much. I was going to make the mistake of talking too much, but I pulled back from that.
I’ve abandoned my diet specifications. Running takes precedence. I’ve had things backward. To get trim comes after my stamina gets built up. And you don’t try to do both simultaneously.
The nature of empire is expansion. Only the United States can expand in the current, rotating planet. With sublimity, it has the next move on the world stage’s chess board.
The days are gray and have been raining for two or three days now. I’ve really enjoyed them. I was missing them in the long, long period of blueness. Strange weather. And last night there were occasional gusts of warm blowees among the raininess droplidoosiness.
I love being alive. I’m going to start going to the library and work on my Lexicon. Then — study it. Practice.
All is well!