long time. am i telling you, or is it self implied? sorry, ive been leaving laundry on the laundry line.
i sat down here to write something, for the first time in a while, and about 4 seconds later i hear a big bag of nuts getting roasted outside. so of course, i rush the sound. a commotion of sorts, involving the usual suspects. i wonder if the other people on this side of the building hear all the crazy shit that happens down there. they must. girls laughing, glass smashing, moaners moaning, dumpster boning. 16 sliding doors all open at once, and small scabby eyes peak out of dark apartments, bending neck to spot the savagery, safely seated high above the garbage cans below. i certainly do not hate them, nor do i hate that i can see them. i sleep with the TV on. and if i didn't, i'd probably sleep even better. suffering sounds soothing on soft pillows. it's not all suffering though, in fact there's probably more celebration than sorrow. we are the slimfast society, built on a diet plan with more toys than soys. sink away boys, sink away.
here's some movies i made with my new computer friend:
