dr. god.

saw dr. dog last night. they were really good but the beers were too small

never not.

woke up a little hungover from the jug of carlo i got. it wandered around downtown st augustine and enjoyed the clip clop of horse and carriage and relented to the curse of tobacco. last night felt like multiple episodes segmented by states of drunkenness and the dust that collects as you float along the life that leads you.

coffee and more mimosas for... breakfast i guess.

give me a minute!

i just had the thought - "i might not be drunk enough to start posting..."

stick dick.

its really nice when you realize that however much you may distrust your companions, your life longers will have the same subversive vibes going on inside. now matter how different they are from you, you can piggy back on some hope of companionship in this diesaster.

maybe we are all a bit too emotionless and afraid of them rightfully so, but a hug feels good from fellows of the same temperament as your own. i spell checked that one.

nyc, fuc, you.

maybe we'll experience california and goodvibrations coming off the bike you'll have to teach me to crash.

way.

keep posting to make it all go a.

your mind creates most of it, but i dont think that helps at all. it probably  makes it worse.

abe.

a women feels so good.

i could.

stop drinking & start living. but - one should always be drunk.

hating everything.

because i always look at myself and hate what i see. past, present, future. that could be my greatest problem. or maybe that is the problem with life. it is fleating. flying past you at the speed of light. blinking twelve trillion times a second. 

you can still say - "this radiohead song is so fucking good, and even more so just right now."

i always take my eyes of the balls.

maybe.

i'll only try to write after a minimum amount of alcohol and spoonfuls of sugar. that could be interesting.