Babe dreamed of me when I dreamed of her. Mine was on a plane. Tone was annoyance, "I finally get on a plane and this thing has to crash!"
you know, that's why they wouldn't stop talking. No wonder it felt like an exercise trying to keep up. I had said, "ignore his words but not him, or if it was the other way around, and sure enough you guys latched on to it and had him hot me with my own fart wisdom. But I think i passed. In all fairness, i didn't realize it till i got some sleep. But basically it was how long i can keep ignoring his words without bailing. I offered him some of my whiskey, i offered him a cigarette, i wasn't goomg to give him money—why doesn't he give me money. I didn't think to offer him my peanuts. But all in all, what else was i supposed to do? The guy just wouldn't give me a breather—I've never heard such a frantic and subtle pitich. Looking back, that's what have it away. I had just ran away from a racoon, i had caffeine bad decision, my body started to itch, alcohol was doing nothin, I was worried if i talked to him id reduce him to one question, and that would reduce me to will on guerrilla style playtime—and it still just baffles! Then the girl insulted my feet—Did you get the exclamation point? Good. She insults my feet—sorry I said your toes were disgusting, not because of that, but it was simply rude and immature, making public poems out of it. the bike with the wounded puppy friend following her on the bike. She had stories for the cashier. She pulls up to the front of 7-11, insults me, fingers the cShier out and goes off about all the happenings with their inside circle. This guy's still on for Sunday but not if Gilbert shows up with a Hummer from the lot he works at, cause he's going to embarass us at the valet then go park it you know—Guy had probablyy never met her before but she wagged his tail. Or she's really sick, and that's a weekly encounter for him. I dunno, i just need something to do while i roam
Who knew when I was tracking down web pages years ago in ine sitting years allthe clubs and bars in that country that on occasioned held specialized themes on occasion years ago, that i would find my picture, that this is not the path to be on, that there is something wrong here. PI Dick.
You guys can use that in the movie, i know last week it felt like you guys couldn't keep up and caught on an off night. Sorry to disappoint. I caught the night before where you had the homeless guy and the girl on the bike parraelking what i wrote here that day, but that was towards the end. I figured at the bar you needed some camera footage, mini action shots, me having a beer, turning down adventure offers, makeshift actors.it was a bit uncomfortable. Usually you i don't realize the camera was there until after the whole scene. It's okay though—did I just ruin it? Too smart for his own good!
"What's two plus two?" You guys!
Ive encountered teo people who have had similar conflicts with reality this past week. One day i thought well its not sychitzophrenia and it's not a movie of my life , so i pretended i thought it was one so it could be the other maybe rather than being what it is, where each memory of it erasrs its prevelamce over my thoughts, lessens the impact of the previous memory of its prevalence in the oyou know, the clouds in my thoughts, so much so that i started missing it, the romance of it
because today im creating art, Even if it takes an hour or not even much like the feeling of when something is unpleasant or bad, or people are mean, or i feel unagreeable to do things that im going to have to hold up if they are heavy and unpleasent or bad, boo! these people are meanies cause they know i smell, why are they being like that?
he laughed and i asked him if he just laughed. but he didn't answer when i asked him if he was laughing.
he wasnt laughing.
as bizzare as messages (meaning) from mispelled words
its the repressed desire to be a cuckold is what they want me to say—Who would have thought chekhov watched so much porn—cause im not gay. thats better than being gay, and then i can finally be the gimp
- Mer Hayastan, Mer Hayrenik
- Will you hurry up and fuck us already, or one of us?
- Let me grab a tit.
- No.
- Let me grab a tit while I take her to town.
- No, hurry—
- Mer Hayastan, Mer Hayrenik
- He's gotta finish his sonnet.
- You've fallen for him.
- I warmed you bitches—I told you, Mrs. Margo—
- The kid's insipid.
Ted and Lou
Squad car approaches
- (Ed, nods) Officers. Good day for a beer isn't it?
- (Off. 1) Depends. Let me ask you something, what are you doing over here? You doin' some loitering? You're hovering around the pay phone—what happened, changed carriers?
- (Off. 2, passenger, meanwhile) Ted...ted..ted...ted..Ted
- (Off. 1) What, Lou? I'm talkin' here!
- (Lou) You see that mailbox at the entrance of the Ralphs parking lot, the one that nitwit crashed into two times in the same day?
- (Ted) Yeah, that was funny—
- (Ed) What happened, beer run?
- (Lou) Oh yea. Well, some times when we drive past and I see it, I want that mailbox to turn into a beer so that I can drink it.
- (Ted) Hmm, yea, I could see that.
- (Ed) Some days, Some days...
- (Ted) You get a new pet—
- (Ed) A horse.
- (Ted) You're riding your pet...
- (Lou) Someone's hat falls off...
- (Ted) And you want that hat to turn into a beer so you can drink it.
- (Lou) I want yesterday's egg salad to turn into a beer so you can drink it—
- (Ted) That's a good egg salad, Lou.
- (Ed) Some days, some—
- (Ted) I'll tell you what, some days you're driving and you get a call—
- (Ed) And it's a woman?
- (Ted) And it's a woman...and you want that woman to turn into a beer so you can drink it.
- (Ed) A Beer in Distress.
- (Ted) You got it, buddy.
- (Lou) Tell you what, I want the "beer" in "Beer in Distress" to turn into a beer so that I can drink it
- (Ted) Mmhmm—
- (Ed) That's right.
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