Sunday March 27 2011



DREAM: Something strange and catastrophic has happened to the world. I’m walking down a wide road—groups of people scattered everywhere—I see bloody bullet wounds on certain people as I pass them. No longer human—somewhat zombified—something has taken control of everyone’s mind. It’s understood that Walt Disney is the culprit behind it—like each person represents a memory in his life. The cops are working for him and they’re road blocking the streets. I’ve hooked up with a rebel group—trying to get past all this mayhem. We make it safely past a gate into a quarantined neighborhood or facility. We’ve been spotted. I jump up onto the roof of a house—attempting to hide and lay low behind the roofing and chimney walls. A woman cop follows me seeming to have the same ability of high jumping as I do. I float myself up higher into the trees just as she reaches out….



Actually getting out of bed at 6:07 p.m. I’m late.


Breakfast: Orange Juice. Strawberries. Zinc.


I got a text from Margot sent at 11:11 am: “I LOVE YOU”


Work at China Wok.


Lunch: Tuna Salad Sandwich with Lettuce and Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.


Rachel: "Hahah i just sneezed and my dad just went into a 55 minute rant about the 1623 flu."


Getting the queen some Chinese food from my restaurant, Gen Tso’s Chicken and Crab Rangoon. I deliver free of charge but “I expect a big tip from you!”

Sitting on the couch, she crawls up and plops herself on top of me—kisses.

Me: “You’re like a mermaid you just popped up to me.”

In a mischievous playful tone she says, “I’m thinking something that I can’t say out loud yet.”

Me: “Huh? What is it?

Her: “I can’t tell you!”

Me: “What?”

Her: “I can’t tell you yet.”

Me: “You can’t bring that up and not say it.”

Her: “I love you.”

Me: “You already said that.”

Her: “I just had a moment.”

Me: “Why can’t you tell me?”

Her: “It’s kind of embarrassing. I feel kind of weird saying it. I just had a love moment.”

Me: “Yeah.”

Her: “I was just thinking that I want to marry you.”

Me: “Aww.”

Searching for a movie on Netflix to put on. We settle on The Fall [2006].

Lying my head in her bosom. She pauses the movie at some point with sexual intentions. Mmm. I adore every cell on your body.

Sex. Making love. Fucking. Whatever you want to call it.

Me: “You’re so good. You satisfy me. You’re incredible.”

Her: “I love you.”

Me: “I love you too.”

Finishing the movie—the colors of the film, visually stunning—just as beautiful as I remember.

Tucking her into bed—leopard print bed sheets. She’s so cute—lovely.

Me: “I’m turning this light off. Good night.”


A heightened awareness of beauty is often confused with lust. I want to conceive a baby, not at a time when baggage and blemishes are relevant, but at a time when I have a heightened awareness of the unavoidable beauty.


Back home. Josiah, Josh, and a girl named Carly are on the couch singing songs.


Dinner: Egg and Rice with Onions and Mixed Vegetables. Fresh Garlic Naan Bread.


Newspaper route.

Coast to Coast Radio—discussing UFO organizations.

Eating a Bowtie Donut with Milk from 7-11.


Chores.


Popcorn. Hershey’s Bar.

Watching Fish Tank.


Music.


Chores.


Sleep 9:30 a.m.

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