Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Fuck infinity

My bartender is a heroin addict. Over the last year I have watched him deteriorate. He is more pale than he was and he has scabs on his arms, from the itching. He still makes excellent drinks though and he still asks me how I am, without fail, every time I see him. Which is often. First beer down. Party time, a clap of the hands. That guy has energy. Is ready for fun, has play on his mind and elsewhere. I scratch my balls. That's twice in the last fifteen minutes, perhaps I have lice? Sazerac. God I love this drink. I wish pussy tasted this good. Don't get me wrong, it does taste good, most of the time, but it doesn't taste like this. This is an adults version of alcoholic breast milk and this bar is a beautiful oasis. A beautiful, artificial oasis, and a godsend too. It's my favourite place outside of the studio. If this bar the and my studio were combined ? Well the consequences would be felt for moons and moons. Someone here smells like bad cigarettes. Bad smoke. All these bars are non smoking now, she/he must suck it hard. It's a blessing that no one smokes in these places, it'd make it more of of Waitsian/Bukowskian cliche than it already is. Lonely men, happy types, pretend party. This however is all bad tragic makeup. Fake scars. No real loss. Just easy indulgence. Breath deep and take another drink. Zero sum game. So, yeah, whatever. Goodnight.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Positive fuckwits

Fuckwits are amazed by everything. This is because they and their expectations of things are very fucking average. Massively average fuckwits, amazed by gilded fucking faeces/farces.

Saturday, December 11, 2010


Time and space and the interaction of things. Material things and energy things, separate and not separate. Same at once and different too.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

The order of things

Words and images fail. Sounds fail too. The primacy of experience is dissolved by any language. There is an inherent distance between things. There is an inherent error in perceiving things. Everything is wrong and we are naturally incorrect.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

I gave the coffee shop girl I have a crush on a painting

Half mast at the coffee shop. Cute waitress. Perhaps it was the two double shot coffees I had? It could've been an issue, no undies, but thought about some other shit and it went away. One large swig of cough syrup and the flu I've been carrying for the last week and a half takes a back seat. I like that, goodbye erection, goodbye influenza. Yep, its been a good year for getting rid of things. Erections and sickness kept to a minimum. Refined, streamlined, efficient. A life that works.

Saturday, December 4, 2010