truly these are The Dark Times

LET IT BE A DREAM

i have a picture of it somewhere, but one time i was driving home from work in baltimore and i passed a billboard near my house where someone had spray-painted “FUCK PIZZA” across the top and some dudes were tearing it down and to this day i still think that’s one of the best things i’ve ever seen

also, a few blocks from the same apartment was a dumpster that had “livin on the tip of a clown’s dick” written on it and that’s real good too

baltimore was kind of cool like that

man, listen, i don’t want to sound like a jerk but i really am bored with everything

happy birthday, buddy

man i really just have to stop talking to everyone

Dante is the only real thing I have in my life. Everything else is a sort of ghostly comfort at best.

yeah just wanna go on record and say that this is how i feel all the time

(for those who have not seen ‘kagemusha’: this is a dude having a psychedelic fever dream where he is being chased by the dead dude who he is impersonating. hmm. maybe that’s what my whole life feels like (lol))

a few months ago i bought a military-grade sleeping bag and it is a nice thing and i like it a lot

at night i climb into it and watch movies on the couch and dante sleeps on my lap

and when i go to sleep i just hop over to a bed with the sleeping bag still around me