dear burnt out on the weather diary,
i gotta get out of here. i do. and quick. i think i am going nuts. either that or i went nuts already, got better, and now i am going nuts again. doodles and pencil tips, it would suck to be lost right now. how do you hit a train? how could you shoot your kids? i feel bad when i burn the waffles. more checks came in the mail today, it always cracks me up. new york sends me money and i feel i haven't done shit. i mean, a job is when you paint something, or put wood together, or answer phones or make some food or extinguish a fire or teach kids or collect garbage or pull people over or clean the streets or make sheets or make people better or suck cocks or fix clocks or clean teeth. but what i do is absolutely nothing and fuckin that is so neat. all i do is write some spew and that is it. i could fucking get used to this shit.
i gotta get out of here. i do. and quick. i think i am going nuts. either that or i went nuts already, got better, and now i am going nuts again. doodles and pencil tips, it would suck to be lost right now. how do you hit a train? how could you shoot your kids? i feel bad when i burn the waffles. more checks came in the mail today, it always cracks me up. new york sends me money and i feel i haven't done shit. i mean, a job is when you paint something, or put wood together, or answer phones or make some food or extinguish a fire or teach kids or collect garbage or pull people over or clean the streets or make sheets or make people better or suck cocks or fix clocks or clean teeth. but what i do is absolutely nothing and fuckin that is so neat. all i do is write some spew and that is it. i could fucking get used to this shit.
