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[i]☼ ○ ▬
Locked in a room. It feels like it’s underwater but I can’t
tell. There’s a misunderstanding between a group of men that seem to have bad
intentions. One of them has allowed these nasty alien-like octopus creatures to
roam free. I threaten to kill every single one. I’ve got a powerful gun that
pulverizes the little baddies on the spot. They come in all shapes and sizes. I
take the tiny black buggers and stick them to the seats. Some of them have
already suctioned themselves on the fingers of the other men. I’m protected but
only because of my determination to fight.
▬ ○ ☼
Waking up around 1 p.m.
Instant Blueberry Oatmeal. Coffee Black.
Beautiful weather. Doesn’t make sense.
Getting some groceries at Kroger, but with a budget of only
$14 because that’s all that’s in my pocket. Over by the dairy section I notice a
little girl almost camouflaged in the shopping cart.
Grilled Cheese with Tomato and Hummus. Rice Crackers. Lemon
Water.
Practicing songs at the storage unit.
Back at home. I pull out one of my mom’s recipes for Cabbage
& Potato Skillet and go at it. James Graves shows up just in time to share
a plate with me. I throw in some warm Garlic Naan Bread.
...
Later it turns into a marker drawing get-together with
Leslie and James.
...
Upon marking something she didn’t intend on marking Leslie
reacts with disappointment.
I ask, “Why did you do that?”
Leslie: “I didn’t mean to.”
Me: “The road to hell is paved with good intentions.”
Leslie: “At least it’s fucking paved. There’s nothing
worse.”
[ii]
James: “Dude, we should make a horror movie about the blog.
Whenever you blog about someone they disappear until a year later.”
[Ha-ha-ha]
After everyone leaves I take to the streets where the wind
is wild, rushing, and rumbling in the trees. With my running shoes on I imagine
the howling wind shooting me up in the sky.
Popcorn.
Watching Night Falls on Manhattan (1997).
Sleep 5 a.m.
[i] Reactionary.
Marker art by me.
[ii] Apples by
James. Graxley the Giraffe by Leslie.
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