22 April 2009

Deep, dark depression. Like sitting inside of a dark hole and seeing something that looks like light above you, but you don't trust your own eyes and believe it's just darkness in disguise again. Everything is what it looks like, but isn't because you see it wrong.

Can't understand why people get so uptight when you tell them that their message was false. It didn't have any bearing on their life before, so why, when contradicted, do it seem to hold all the importance in the world? Cookies are much, much simpler to deal with. If you don't like what they have to say, you eat them. Cannibalism is not in style these days.

Tackling dogs. Waste of time. Think you're playing with them.

Gone are the days of enjoying playing Hangman. It no longer holds the appeal. Even drawing a caricature of someone you hate who is playing the hanged man doesn't make you happy any more. Hanging goats. Now THAT'S pretty funny.

Not literally.

I love goats.

03 April 2009

Dreams of Bon Jovi being stuck in my basement. Richie Sambora filtering up through the base of the chimney and out like so much smoke. Mr. Bluesman traipsing down a River of Love via the Church of Desire. Lawful heads all combine to form the most digusting milk I've ever tasted...Which is saying something, because I don't like milk to begin with. Though I would happily drink blue milk.

Because it's Star Warsian. Warsian. Timbuktoo-ian? What makes something an -ian as opposed to an -er? Er. Er. Her. She's gone mad. But I've not gotten that far down yet. Sonar. Pulverizer. Like meat, only with fish. Which would be meat, except it's fishy.

Fishy like Bob Dole.

Like Dole fruits. Fruit wasn't meant to come in a can. SPAM comes in a can. Fruit grows on trees and stays there until it rots or is plucked by those too smart to buy canned fruit.

Red and black. Good colour combo. Terrible for a partially rotten apple. Reminds me of...Volcanoes. Which remind me of Joe. I knew a Joe once. A Joe Guido. He was a little furtive. Gave me two big Star Wars Marvel comic books from way back when. Bought a bunch of McFarlane figures off of him. Wonder what happened to that guy.

Tuck. Tuck and run. Tuck and Hood. Tuck is a buck which looks like Huck Finn. Wonder if Huckleberry is Finnish. That'd be a trip. Sometimes Craigslist says other.....


.....Clipboard. Maximum price. Maximum gear. Solid. This is bull*&^ of the finest quality.

Smells like mushrooms.

01 April 2009

Time fades into a meaningless peripheral of emptiness. The wealth of inebriation gives breath to all the underfed wastelands of youth. So excited over that sound....Sounded like music, but wasn't quite the alternative. Lights should be blue, green and flowery for something like that. It's okay. This love weighs sixty men.

Baile. Deimhnigh Iarratais looks better than its English equivalent. Haven't played Maple Story in a long time. I would get the game going but....Computer is in bad shape now and wish I hadthe chance to get more. Can't believe there's no work until April 13th. They must be mad to think a person who was solely reliant on that sort of income could survive. Thank God for artwork.

Got letter from Deborah. Need to write...Write. Wright? Right. Wright Brothers or Right Brothers? Which witch is with which? Strange language. Snickers bars probably won't get eaten. Finally found out that I can eat peanuts after allergy treatment and find out that I don't *like* peanuts. Irony is key to a productive universe.

Productivity. Some people so consumed by the concept that they get so caught up in productivity that they aren't being productive by forgetting to live. Know a person like that. Has a name...Have a name. Like having a dream. Dreams get shot and bleed out on the pavement as people watch. Nail needs to get cut before it cuts into something.

Click, clack the keys. Show Christina your...Why would I want to do that? Ads have no real relevance.

Time On My Hands

Yeah, for ambidextrous-ness.
The right-hand clock says: "Mini-Clock! (is confused!)"
The left-hand clock reads "Time For Tara!"

(click and ZOOM)

29 March 2009

Performance. Theatre lights have eggs. Why theatre lights have eggs is impossible to....Two turn tables and a microphone. Pop culture references are getting annoying. Wish I could get the train that is my mind back on its track. Trains lead to tracks which come from heroin use which is perpetrated by hard times which could almost be the same as smashing a clock with a boulder. Hard. Time.

Whites of their eyes. If Bunker Hill were wearing leg warmers, would it be ....Top. Tops. Fifteen hours of pure hell and frustration always brings about something you never wanted to know. But if you found out....Disappointment? Rage? Acceptance? Which is the direction to follow when you can't pave your own path? Trees are too thick.

Strategy in everyday life. Prodigious lady bugs. Lady bugs in formation always run in single file to hide their numbers. Two million points after the fact and no one has won the game. Yet. Games were never meant to be won, only played. That's the whole point of a game. Winning is only a goal if the ....Conquest. Conquest in B flat. Sounds like failure in B sharp. Can't play B sharp. Only C. Hence, failure. It's always complete.

White is purity but black is completeness. Completely. Bushwacked is what half the nation is. Not presidentially speaking, though that would be appropriate, but more of a single identity phased into the mindset of a nation, not the actions. What the hell am I talking about? I'm not even talking. Thinking. Will this brain ever turn off? Off switch.

End. Omega. Absolute zero. Greater than. > Symbols of oppression.

Johnny Cow. Johnny's cow. Would be funny is Johnny had a cow. A theatrical cow. Like Bessie. Onstage, doing a jig in a short skirt and tights that barely qualify.

25 March 2009

Grow your business. That's a bit like throwing little seeds into a dirt pile and hoping you grow more than just dirt. In old New York, if I can....start it there, I can finish it anywhere. It's up to Bill Gates, Bill Gates, Bill Gates. Throw in a string section and you have a hit.

If a Profile takes more hits than a stoner with LSD, does that make you high on Facebook or just high on...Internet? Poor Al Gore. Really did have some influence on making the Internet worldwide, but just gets made a fool out of because his wording sucks. He's also delusional. Delusions of grandeur. Like Chewbacca. But only according to Han Solo. Since when did falcons become millennial? And if Mos Eisley were more like Detroit would there be more blaster shootings in cantinas or less?

Stupid, stupid, stupid. Can't believe I forgot about that. Wonder how many times Mom needs to ask same question before she understands same answer. Fifteen times, at least. Minimum. Security. Prisons, lots of prisons. Maybe there is something to be said for prison food. Certainly tastes better than rat stew. Though that has its merits when cooked properly. Wait a minute, how the hell would I know? Ah, right. The squirrel stew. That was pretty tasty. Must be about the same.

Less entrails. Like aliens. They eat them, don't they? No leftovers. What a bummer. Nothing to bury.

Funeral pies instead of funeral pyres. That's appetizing.

- Tará

24 March 2009

The sanctity of patience is wasted on the dumb and blind. Fools. Edger Allen Poe had it better. Maybe Hunter Thompson got it right. Was that a .45? Or a .38? Nah. Probably .45. Colt. Yeah. Tragic. Mysterious portraits all fall in line in the walls that are made up of my mind. Schmitt would be a terrible name to have if one could only...Change.

Pennies. Lots of them. Need to roll them. Wish I'd thought of it earlier.

3 foot perimeter. Big, yellow and dirt-moving. Earth. Earth-changes. There's change again. Starting to sound like Obama speeches in here. Possible MACK truck. Bulldogs. Bulldogs are cool but no fun to cuddle. Feels like cuddling Al Pacino. Definitely wrong.

Johnny...Don't think about him. That's a bad idea. Could ruin a perfectly good moo---oh, there it goes. Miss him. Aoífe. Would probably call girl Aoífe and boy after Johnny. None of that John crap. Straight Johnny. Probably won't have kids any way. Don't like diapers. The dirty kinds. Ew. Fixing....

....a hole where the rain gets in. Stops my mind from ....Well, no, my mind will continue to wander. Don't think that'll stop any time soon. Wish my brain had an off switch. Sometimes this all gets....so....

.....blank. Blanker than a plank on a ship named Smack. Why would a ship be named Smack? Smack like drugs? Smack like Smacky from Get Fuzzy? Smack like crack like knick-knack like flack? Flack that you get from corporate officials for doing exactly what they tell you to by not doing what they said. Which makes you prime for the market. You've been had.