Monday, September 28, 2015

I'd like to one day be the guy in the grocery line at 12:30am buying some TV dinners for the week to take back to his little apartment.  Sure he'll be a little bit sad, but he can hold his head up.  

Hmm, kinda sounds like the description of a serial killer. 

Gotta walk the dogs more.

more than human

Depth and weight: my nerd angels

Sunday, September 27, 2015

I'm almost nailing today.
Another day.  Nailed it.

Saturday, September 26, 2015

Poetic Justice: I'm doing hall clean up alone this week.

My name is George, I'm bald and I live with my parents.

The most selfless thing I can do is reach out to people when I'm suffering.

My brain will hate it.  My brain will fuckin hate it!  Contrary action.  It'll be great!

Daily Goal: Head in the book

You know I've read War and Peace.  It's been done.  I had a blast.  I don't have room for excuses anymore.  There's not much more to say.  Even small passages at a time are forms of action, and keep me moving.  I mean, you know who I am? 
- He's read War and Peace.
That's right, baby.
- He had a blast; he thoroughly enjoyed it.
Ugh! Bitch.  You know who I is?
- He's done things.
- He's a mover. 
- A shaker.
- A master blaster!
Hey, easy now...




Thursday, September 24, 2015

And sometimes, boo, I'll be praying, and instead of praying, I'll be saying Moses Malone.

I've been too depressed to take a shower.  And that makes me irritated cause I keep scratching myself.  Aside from staying sober, I'd like to take a shower, my love.

I don't want to go to West Central.  I'll take lots of showers there.
I'm suffering, boo.  I'm suffering real boo. I hate myself.  And I think that's good, in that I may build some foundation from it. My only goal is to put some time together, go easy on my brain, not think too much.

My only goal today is to sleep tonight.

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

P.O. Box

EatKhash
263 W. Olive Ave #244
Burbank, CA  91502

See if anyone wants to say hi...

Do not write "P.O. Box" in the address.  It'll go to the post office.  It was cheaper over here.  I'm not Donald Trump.

I used the city of Burbank because it's closer to the studios, that's all.

If you're going to send me junk mail, I must warn you,  I have the tendency to look for messages and codewords in spam.  My head will be in a circular motion all day if it's actual junk.  A clusterfluff, if you will.