it doesn't matter what it is.

it doesn't matter what you dream. it's that you dream. and that's my dream. to dream.

i want my job back, please.

what about the dream?

dreams are for fools. i'm cold and hungry; i want a warm place to crap.

if you're going to reach for a star. reach for the lowest one you can.

i keep hearing booms. i wonder if we're being bombed?

so i stood out on my balcony to see what i could see. and i didn't see any bombs or hear them anymore.

could i be a writer for television shows?

i think i could.

now what made me leave there again? the fires. oh, that's right. the fires. that scared the shit out of me. it's like the 50's or 60's girl group used to sing, "nowhere to run to baby. nowhere to hide." that's what the fires felt like. it was four days of hell and another 2 days of the outer limits of hell.

it is our destiny. the field of glory is no place for the malformed. why don't you try you luck with something less eyeball challenging?

eight out of ten with ten being the highest. and nine out of ten with ten being the highest.

i, why?

why me?

a conversation from earlier this week.

cat shit.

need to wash and wax my truck. in a real bad way.

sometimes i suck my stomach in to remember what it was like when i was thin. but then i have to breath and i see what i'm like now.

maybe soon. i'll loose weight. but then again. maybe i won't.

one of the best cheeseburgers i have ever eaten was on hwy 8 east, somewhere in arizona. it all but looked deserted, but damn was that a good cheeseburger. there were a lot of people eating there, but where in the hell did they live? it was flat and there were only a few visible houses. where did these damned people come from? was it the twilight zone? well, regardless, the cheeseburger was good.

even if it was fixed by aliens.

well. i have to go for now.

because i do.

later