J word

Jessica is the title of one of my favorite Allman Brothers songs. I don't know why it has this title because it is an instrumental throughout. That is today's fact.
In other news, I almost went to go see a movie but it seems that I didn't receive the phone call that may have prompted an occasion such as going to the movies when I recieved a certain phone call from this person who likes the colors purple and blue and has two beautiful blue eyes to go with that likeness and certainly likes a good movie when it's snowing. And who doesn't like the snow? Don't answer that question and you will receive a nice reply. I thought about this movie that I had running through my head and instead of writing down every intricate detail I chose to watch the whole thing play out and I enjoyed the dinners and festivities, the laughing and crying, and the ultimate death. How does death give life? It, it it. The thing, "where's the thing", where is it I don't give a hoot, a hoot, a hoooot!, That was fun. This is more and more like spam it may seem, and I've received mixed signals along the way to the movies, and though I haven't arrived yet, I predict that I will and it will be great, oh I can't wait! The holidays are here and it's impossible not to feel hopeful. Everything is light now and it's easy to see, for me, for you, how do you do? Open up before you trip. Death gives life and the light unfortunately blinds most people, and they're so close. What a shame. The misery of it all and it's all so fixable it's strange.
Jessica. Somebody needs to write words to that song.

Hunger

This is an effort to create a new post, and I'll not end it there. I have something very important to say and though I admit I won't indicate exactly what it is, you can rest assured that I know what it is and have almost every intention of keeping it to myself. You need no consolation, and I know that's a difficult pill to swallow, so this is what I have devised to reduce the swelling: if you intend to be overly ambitious for, say, twenty-minutes or so, and you ultimately decide to read my mind, then you will know exactly what I am thinking. But you must realize that thinking is not, well, nevermind.
I bought a newspaper yesterday for fifty cents and I spent approximately three minutes overlooking the funny page and nearly three minutes browsing through the rest of it, which entails that I spent about eight cents a minute to be entertained.
I went drinking in Fredonia last Saturday from about six till two o'clock, and I spent about twenty dollars through approximately eight hours of entertainment, which entails that I spent about four cents a minute to be entertained. That is half the cost of buying a newspaper for every six minutes of entertainment.
The immoral of the story is that I prolonged my aching hunger for another five minutes, simply for entertainment purposes.
I'm going out to eat for cheap now, and I'll be going alone.

a lovely girl

I had a lovely encounter with a lovely young woman about fifteen minutes ago. She made my day and I'll never see her again.
This encounter reminded me of another encounter I had with a lady at Kwik Fill. She didn't want to be rude in pointing out that my shirt was on backwards. Indeed, she wasn't rude.
Every day is Halloween in some ways. Take masks for instance. People wear them to work every day. Just because this isn't obvious doesn't mean I ought to shy away from obviously dressing up every day. But I usually do, out of habit I suppose, or fear more likely.
I left an unusual message on a machine today. I have trouble talking to machines. I have trouble talking to people. Out of habit I suppose, or fear more likely.
I don't think it's wrong to laugh at actors on television, no matter what they do. I don't think it's wrong to laugh at actors in real life, no matter what they do. And I do laugh, out of habit I suppose, or fear more likely.

do

Today I call me boss and he say no work. i went to library to write blog and check internet emailing until i run out of ideas or begin brain deterioration proceedings so now i wrote. thank you for your cooperation! I stole that one sorry. okay, so the bills lost and i have none for today which reminds me that i gots to check the mailbox to look for letters from out oof state. I know this girl from far away and she says little things, and I know this other girl from across town and she says littler things with blonde hair and so I can only say some things about trifles. No rifles I mean i don't have one but if i did then i could go fetch burgers for delight.
I read something today that turned me off and bored me and i have a cough and so i cough would you like a drink? No! no drink. i no thirsty this day or week and i say we stay home and think of better things of which delight can be drawn on paper and fantasy. look, now i wore my hair down so it covers my ears and that person over there doesn't know me nor I. Moksha. coffee or tea? I thought once and now i start again to go over things again and again. the same errors appear but it's so appealing to me to repeat to repeat to repeat to go over the same things over again and to and fro and swing and bounce and up and down to say that i love these little things that delight me so. these little little things that i say again and again and i'll know them by heart someday and repeat them till meaning is gone and then go again into the bushes and weeds and trees and persons of things and the doers, the doers! Oh, yes, the doers and the doers. how do you do?