Update?

Yeah, I'm a young little Asian girl passed out at an Internet joint, in, I don't know, Hong Kong. She's got the right idea. Later on she kills herself, but that's okay, she's a smart girl, there's nothing much to desire online when you've seen everything already twice.

Anyway, I haven't updated this thing for awhile. It hasn't necessarily been a dog's year, but I took a break from the Internet land, and pleasant it was. As far as smoking pot, and getting tired for three weeks goes.

If I stop updating it's likely I'm dead, or Ashtar abducted me, and he's raping me with his alien penis, that I somehow find mesmerizing and desirable. It could be that it's shinier than most Earth man's cock, or that it always is erect, which would really be awkward at times. Hell, all the time. If my penis was permanently erect I wouldn't really want to hug my mother anymore. I generally prefer it when I'm flaccid.

So, uh, the Internet is often a bore, and then there's the checking, and re-checking -- fuck, who cares? It's pretty manic, and it's awful, but I steal movies off it, which is the only real thrill it provides me with. Porn sites used to be amusing, but I always imagine what the smells would be like of the people, and it loses any appeal, and grosses me out.

I have a thing about smells. I used to randomly sniff my girlfriends. Yeah, they hated that.

Updates are probably on the horizon. I'd appreciate emails loaded with weird, funky, and neat shit I could comment on. That would be nice. Thanks.

A Poem

I wrote this for a short story I was writing, but then I merged it with another story and it's a complete fucking mess now. So I'll never finish it probably. I'll give it a home on my Blog in case I get hit by a bus or something. Enjoy.

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Screaming child, I was screaming. Because my mother ate McDonald's food when I was in her womb.
There's a crowd of people in my life, it must be family and friends, but I don't see them for what they are.

I brought a girl home the other night, she was real tight.
When I focus on not cumming, I get existential and I question about why I'm pounding flesh, and the purpose, when she seems to be enjoying it more than I am. I'm holding back from laughing at her, because she makes a weird moaning noise.

Senselessly I contribute to her fantasy, never really knowing what it is. The only thing intimate about this is my cock inside of her.

I'm fucking the exit of my old home, but the first breath is life, so my real home is a consciousness awakening.