jar of oj

thong cup

2009-03-23T21:21:00.000-07:00

nothing's real. everything is an illusion that takes up space within an illusion. everyday we hear things we don't want to hear even if we aren't conscious of it. someday we'll invent glasses that remove all illusions. there's no spectrum. we'll open our eyes and find nothing. we won't even find ourselves. we'll be thoughts floating in empty space. empty can be anything or nothing. then again, nothing is only a word, it means nothing, which means nothing, which means nothing, which means nothing, which means nothing, which means nothing, which...

in this case, nothing (which(which(which(which(which(which(which(which(which(which...

words mean nothing, we are aware of the past, present, future without them.

alto_natural

2009-03-20T16:20:00.000-07:00

What tells us that frowning is equal to sadness and smiling is equal to happiness? What if we were conditioned to believe otherwise. What if human nature did the opposite for each. Maybe when a newborn frowns, it's actually happy.

afternoon thunk

2009-03-12T19:00:00.000-07:00

today, a girl was breaking up with her boy friend over the phone on a public balcony. i was eating my sandwich and listening to her scream into the phone. after she left another girl stepped into her spot unknowingly and was laughing over the phone.

i've seen a few books written on how to do things i normally do as a part of my life. i suppose there are a lot of people out there who want to be somebody else.

i never mind sunglasses, but when they aren't tinted enough and you're staring at somebody and it's all too noticeable, you just seem creepy.

a can of black olives is a terrible thing to waste.

if you don't have much of a sense of humor, not many people will listen to you when you try to joke.

why do stores ask why you are returning something if they don't even document the reason? nosey clerks.

cmya

2009-03-02T12:58:00.000-08:00

i often search the web for answers about life, i don't know why to be honest. most of the time i just disregard them or think some questions need to remain unanswered.

givin boots

2009-03-01T00:27:00.000-08:00

why the hell is there always a tire in a dried up body of water?

the strays

2009-03-01T00:07:00.000-08:00

dreamt 02/19/09

she kisses me. we're in bed looking up restaurants on the computer. i try and kiss her but she pushes me away. i stroke my hand down her back to her butt. i can see her undies a little. she gets up and pushes my hand away.

she says something like, "listen, i don't think this is gonna happen. if it didn't work the first time, it won't work this time."

i wake up. my alarm clock.

initially true

2009-02-16T17:50:00.000-08:00

barbarous text fiends! part 1

somtimes when i send out text messages and wait for the recipient to write back, i get a phone call from a random number that either starts with 700 or 800 or 900. i answer a few times.

"the warranty on your vehicle..."

i don't have a vehicle, nor a license nor a permit. in fact i'm very sure someone is waiting outside my apartment, catching my text messages as they float by and replacing them with these calls. i want to look out my window someday and see a little man dressed in a striped t-shirt and khaki shorts jumping around trying to grab a hold of my messages. i want him to spot me, and i'll roar, "that belongs to my brother!" i wanna see him take off running and i break out of my apartment and try to stop him. i wanna tackle him and get my message back, uncrumple it and blow it off of my hands and let the wind carry it upon its current as he struggles beneath my right leg.

i wanna pick him up by the collar and say, "what's the matter with you?"

and he'll say something like, "please, i'm being paid to do this."

i'll drop him and say, "then go back to your master and tell him about me!" the sunlight would be behind my head, casting a shadow, an inescapable chasm wrapping around every inch of the little man.

he'll stagger to his feet and take off whimpering as i stare upon the scoundrel whom i nearly beheaded.

8 spectrums

2009-02-09T19:34:00.000-08:00

dreamt 02/06/09

it’s hard to walk and people are looking at me. i’m obese. one man says something like, “you’re childhood is catching up to you.” i walk into my restroom and look into the mirror. i’ve got four chins and my chest is in pain.

i wake up and it’s raining. i fall asleep.

i was laying in bed next to her, the one i fell for. she got up and removed her cloths, shirt first and started talking to me. i stared at her breasts and watched them rhythmically move as she spoke. she’s gorgeous and so sexy. she starts moving her body and spreading her legs as she’s standing. i can’t control myself, but before i could do anything, i’m in my high school english class. we’re writing poetry and some guy that looks like wolverine (from the X-men) decides to volunteer reading his poem.

it’s a single stanza four line poem. He sings the poem to a girl sitting across from him. after he’s done i say something like, “dude, you want to join my band?” he says he’s busy.

i’m back in my bed and she’s still standing there without any clothes, the girl i fell for. she jumps off the bed and walks into the hallway outside my door.

missing her...

i woke up and it was still raining.

co54

2009-02-09T17:40:00.000-08:00

dreamt 02/08/09

friend A told me he wanted a drink. the gas station was across the street. as we walked across, friend B, in an extremely high pitched voice, said he needed more ammo for his gun. there was a hospital in front of us, so he said he would check there while we were at the gas station. i turned around and asked him if he wanted anything. “ammo,” he said.

as me and friend A headed into the gas station, we noticed it was real dark. a bunch of teenage boys and girls were wearing thick eye liner and starting at us. we kept going and found some vending machines in the back. a group of classy adults were talking and smoking under a bright lamp.

my phone rang.

comes around

2009-02-04T23:20:00.001-08:00

a homeless guy came up to me today and showed me pictures of children that passed away. he shook my hand and wouldn't let it go. i didn't mind though. he told me he used to be homeless and that he doesn't want to see any more children lose their lives. i pulled out all the change from my pocket which was one dollar and forty one cents. i had a feeling he was telling the truth.

kinda warm

2009-02-03T21:24:00.001-08:00

i start telling myself it’s not time to go. I put my hands over my mouth and breath hard, sounding like darth vader. I look in the mirror and ask myself where i got the tacky hairdo, aloud. i find a stick and tie a white plastic bag to it and announce, “i surrender.” i shake my head up and down and watch my cheeks wiggle. i press my hand against my chest and feel the flab. i chomp nothing with my teeth just to hear the sound resonate through my head. I make weird shapes out of my tongue. i shake my legs really fast until they have a moment of numbness. i wear an itchy shirt that i cut my hair while wearing recently. i twist the white hairs that are growing around my belly button. i force myself to drink warm water from a water bottle. i tell myself what i hate to make things i like sound better. i pretend, in my head, that i’m productive.

mac and rice

2009-02-03T20:13:00.000-08:00

it is a stone with veins
it tightens without pains
it’s fake, it isn’t there
it won’t be
it doesn’t care
it laughs a laughter
it takes for granted
it smiles a smile
it takes for granted
it stares and watches
it doesn’t want to finish
because it’s talking to itself
aaaaah.

keep in touch

2009-02-01T18:27:00.000-08:00

i guess what it comes down to sometimes, is remembering the long and short past. Sarcasm was always an option, and you never had to be serious. Who cares? Who honestly cares what you or anyone ever thought?

you could laugh all day, and for the rest of the week, have trouble breathing, but you knew why. you could speak when you had something to say, not having to squeeze out words that meant nothing.

in a week, you could do absolutely nothing and not feel judged. you could make a convenient schedule when it was convenient, in your head.

you could act like an idiot and not know that some serious asshole hates you for it.

and if it mattered, you didn’t shower for a whole week and sweat every minute of it.

you did research on things that interested you, not something someone assigned.

your image meant the drawing you made on your math homework.

you didn’t try to impress your parents.

you didn’t know how to cook, and no one explained that you could never make it on your own.

you said things that were funny but weren’t meant to be, and laughed about it later.

good music was whatever you heard on the radio or television and no one argued about it.

you pissed in the pool, just like everyone else.

you did whatever the hell kept you happy.

the only insult I ever remember being thrown at me: “go frolic in the electric fields.” i had no idea what “frolic” meant.

i had something else to say, but i forgot.

go back to being a stupid kid who knew nothing and enjoy every damn minute of it.

and keep in touch, so you don’t forget the people who were there.

tangerine

2009-02-01T11:18:00.000-08:00

dreamt 02/01/09

i was living in a very nice place with seven other roommates. we were all good friends. we had awkward conversations where we didn't know what to say sometimes, though. the girl i fell for was there. she said something like, "you're great." her ex-boyfriend was there too. he gave me a menacing look and stormed off to his room.

i was living alone in an apartment not too far from the old place. i guess we all graduated. her ex-boyfriend called me and asked me if i wanted to hang out at his place. i went over and cautiously walked in. i looked at the couches wondering where i should sit. all the couches had clear open walkways behind them. he could easily choke me as he walked by, so i sat facing sideways. he said something like, "my brother used to be in the navy." i laughed and said something like, "oh, wow." he walked over to me carrying a plastic walgreens bag. he pulled out a grapefruit and a peach and handed them to me. he sat down next to me and turned on the television.

i inspected the fruit, they had a few hints of green in the skin. i ate the peach and when i got to the end of it, the peach was completely rotten and blackened. i said something like, "are these still fresh?" he took the rest of the peach from me and tossed it behind him. we weren't talking, just sitting and watching me eat fruit.

i went on to the grapefruit. i got halfway through eating it when it began looking rotten too, a dark green mush poured out of it. i tossed it behind me.

he got up and went to the kitchen. i started to regulate my breathing to make sure i was okay. it was getting harder to breathe. he sat next to me again. i stopped breathing for a second, and when i started again, i couldn't. my esophagus closed up. he said something like, "my mistake."

i woke up, but i couldn't move for a few seconds. i could only look around.

justannun

2009-01-31T00:56:00.000-08:00

i don't openly advertise this anywhere, but if anyone is reading...

hello.

bling

2009-01-30T01:13:00.000-08:00

no incentive except to force myself to write.

i don't know.

here's a list:
-loans
-procrastination
-dirty dishes
-wanting to create
-this sucks

read on...

the following is my first recorded tangent (11/19/08)

AND I HOPE YOU DIE
crunch
i can write endlessly if i keep writing the first thing on my mind
i hope i hurt myself
that was pretty cool, making her smile and shit
nokia
my broken phone uses tape to keep the battery together
maybe i ruined everything
joe used to date a girl who used a blue gel pen
runts turned their banana candies into "fungus toe nails"
i wish i wasn't so damn weak, fuck
fuck i just farted and no one heard
i was going to say, my hitachi videocamera is outdated
why the fuck did they have to go and ban mercury batteries, now i have to waste $10 on zinc air fucking hearing aid batteries that don't even power my camera for a second
joe is sitting on a broken ass chair
if i ever leave this world alive
dude fuck, i really wish i wasn't so weak
and i hope you die
i should really be working on my paintings but i don't feel like doing shit, maybe just want a break
apple juice = scotch
axe is false advertisting at it's finest
stupid shit
all refrigerators seem to make the same damn noise every once and a while
i'm currently set to away status
my roommate just unplugged his internet and went to his room
i think he doesn't want me sending him random messages
breathing hard
the xbox 360 has seen better days
fuck, i should really do my painting
crunch
journal entry or something like that
the 360 has a new update, which i heard is pretty fucking rad
they don't want to read this shit, do they?
cobra!
free shit can always be sold for a high value to suckers on ebay, so i don't usually open free stuff even though i want to so badly
roommate
they always have fucking holds for me to clear, and it's like, i pay a lot for this shit and i still have to clear my own obstacles
american thought process
american chopper pajamas, pretty damn warm
should i have said more to her other than sending her a happy smilie? at least i cheered her up but she never said anything back to me after that
felt kinda good
hand in unlovable hand
oh shit, the new 360 update is fucking sick
that doesn't matter dude, at least something is there
everyone whines about a headache
the neighbors start knocking on their ceiling, a big guy just hit the floor
drugs
and tell everyone that you were a good wife
guatemala
draw pictures with finger grease on your cell phone screen
when does this end or when do i end it?
unlovable hand
fucking sick
bleeds all day long
reciting the above lines trying to figure out when to stop (i orginally meant talking) writing
parantheses suck and that was the first time in this whole writing
misspell sht [sic]
i remember [sic] from writing mla papers in highschool
it's like correction, made
roommate relaxes on couch but works harder than all of us
i scratched the line that was supposed to be here and substituted it with this bullshit
ramble
ramble on the guitar and harmonica until you can't breath and hands hurt
i keep misspelling shit
sleep
progress bars are so common
hope you die
i hate wide ruled paper
used to
paper is paper
he's still relaxing on the couch, probably thinking
guitar
we're all sick in this shit
STEAM client pile of shit
wall thump = someone died
supposedly "dude"
a fucking glass of ice cold beer
lost a friend = fucking tired
heaters tire you out
stand back and read this shit around my desk
glasses and eye puss
good shit
"yeah dude the whole dashboard gets an update and looks different."
my job lets me rent shit
i'll check the updates later
when does this end
fucking nice microsoft
fuck put on the glasses
i had to erase
the new update for live is fucking epic, good shit, always a terms of use to read though, but this time it was short
fuck it

shaarawi

2009-01-27T10:39:00.000-08:00

dreamt 01/27/09

i was back in high school, but at my current age. some of my cousins and old friends were there. i went into the boys locker room to change into my p.e. clothing. everyone was required to take a shower before class. i was very nervous because two girls were watching everyone shower and no one said anything to them. i look at the only empty shower and i started walking to it. a bunch of people appeared in it, including one girl staring at me. i took off my clothes to shower. i pictured how hairy my butt was looking at that moment and tried to face away. i tripped and fell backwards into an english class and all the students said something like, "eeewww." i got back into the shower. a girl was there showering too and all the guys were staring at her. she turned around and she was a man. everyone shuddered and turned away. my cousin started laughing and gave me a towel.

i went to my uncle's house and he asked me to take care of his children while he drank tea. they had a park in their backyard, with a jungle gym and a metallic tree house that had a slide to get back down. my little cousins, two of them, were riding their bikes around me. they both split off. they lived on an extremely high mountain where the whole city and the ocean could be seen. i was sitting on a chair. the girl i fell for came over to me wearing nothing but a see through tutu and she leaped on my lap. i felt my hormones kick in and i started feeling her body. she moved around a lot and i knew where this was going. i heard a crash and she vanished. my cousin's bike was hanging off a jungle jim and my cousin was laying on the floor crying. my uncle picked him up and looked at me and was extremely angry.

doag

2009-01-26T12:43:00.000-08:00

dreamt 01/25/09

i found an old certificate in my drawer. it was dated 2005 with a gamestop logo on it. it said i was a winner: to recieve an xbox bundle and a brand new copy of fable 2. as i walked into gamestop, i saw a dog tied to a pole outside. i showed the certificate, the man behind the counter was one of my assistant managers when i had worked at gamestop. he looked over the certificate and held it up to the light. he said something like, "it's legit." he processed the paper and went inside to get me the xbox. a girl asked me to go outside with her and we went outside and she told me she really liked me and asked if i felt the same. i said, "no." i was being honest too. she said she knew me for a while. i saw the dog was still tied to the pole. i went back inside and the employee had a large box sitting on the counter. he said something like, "it's all here." i went and grabbed the box. he asked me to follow him. i followed and we walked up to this massive wall that had every xbox 360 game. he said there were no copies of fable 2 and gave me a copy of forza motorsport. he handed me a card and said something like, "this is your proof of being a winner." he said i can come back and borrow a game until fable 2 was available.

i left. the dog was still tied to the pole. i noticed him everytime. i came back the next day and the dog was still tied to the pole, looking extremely sad. i walked in and left my xbox and game on the counter. that girl was about to ask me if i felt the same way again, but i said no before she could say anything. i walked out of gamestop.

i took the dog off its leash and picked it up. it was smaller once i held it. it was tired and kept draping over my arms. i planned to buy it some dog food but instead i went home.

i sat on a bench with the dog and felt it shiver, even though its fur was very warm. i looked at it and it was a human embryo, developing in my arms. it was taking days to develop. i went to a party and my brother was there. he said something like, "be careful with that thing."

gread gwritten

2009-01-24T13:51:00.000-08:00

1 the fuck up
2 choke
3 running with scissors
4 animal farm
5 ...

leads to .

2009-01-24T13:12:00.000-08:00

dreamt 01/24/09

i was in a gymnasium with her, the girl i fell for. we were kissing for what seemed like an hour. a few men, from out of nowhere, threatened to kill us, so we ran. it was pretty late in the afternoon, and as we ran it became darker and darker. we eventually got away and she said something like, "that was very exciting." she held on to me for a while and we sat and watched this massive stone with a few stars in the sky above it. a man started climbing the stone, and it shook violently. he fell next to the stone, and a large tongue came from behind the it and wrapped around the man and dragged him into the its mouth. arms broke out from beneath the stone and a woman walked by and shared the same fate. one more man tried to climb it and the stone whipped out it's tongue but missed. the man ran away.

she and i were laying in the grass holding on to eachother.

i woke up in a half empty bed.

an appeal

2009-01-19T23:37:00.001-08:00

there's this want that i've got, where i want to make something. i want to make something, i want to do something, i want to not give a fuck. i want to say fuck the ones that discourage me or tell them i'm crazy for accusing them. i want to be alone but have the convenience of a good friend when i get too lonely. that's too convenient, i guess. but this is about what i want.

i want to sit on my balcony with a guitar and scream about relevant topics, but i can't even "dance like no one is watching." i want to be able to make a lot of noise after 10 p.m. but my neighbors have meaningful lives that require sleep. i want to make my favorite tea everyday. i want to read a book that interests me but doesn't come around once every year. i want to take in some fresh air and a long walk. i want to eat all the sugar i can, but it makes me pee a lot. i don't want to listen to music...for a while. i want to not have all this free time, or do something better with it.

i want to be able to get past small talk when i've got nothing to say. i want to be a mute, but that's just contradictory and subjective. i want to write something and distribute it at no cost and hope that somebody has an opinion on it. i don't care what the opinion may be.

i want to go to a graveyard and see if it smells like heaven or hell. i want to be well rounded so i don't have to talk to myself. i want to tell anyone that's watching me that i know they're watching me. i want to make the faces i make in the mirror, anytime i want without giving a damn. i want everyone who's ever had a tragic moment in their life to get well soon.

i want an elephant to take me to school and freely poop where he wants, 'cause cars are only fun when you've got your family with you. likewise, i want to get my driver's license and never have to use it. i want to not be afraid of the deep sea, 'cause i heard there are really beautiful creatures there. i want all the people i love to know i love them without me having to say anything.

i guess i'll do what i can.

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2009-01-16T15:37:00.000-08:00

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failure

2009-01-15T21:15:00.000-08:00

written and unmodified 12/05/06
this ensured my near failure of english in my senior year of highschool. i suppose other than being poorly written, it was "inappropriate" at the time.

All in a Day’s Work

You feel professional as your heels produce an echoing “click, clock, click, clock” with each step. The woman from the office adjacent to yours walks by. She briefly interrogates you.
“How are you today?”
“Fine,” you respond.
But, in fact, you aren’t. You haven’t had sex in years and your teeth are beginning to tan with each cigarette. Your clothes pour from the basket that’s stored in the corner of your restroom and rather than wash them, you spray them with cologne and reuse. You wonder how you manage to keep them spotless only to lose responsibility and remind yourself that no one will notice. At least you shower twice a week.
As you take a seat before the company’s computer, you hear a door slam loudly. It’s your boss ousting someone again. Soon enough a woman will begin crying and you’ll wish you could sooth her. You slide a comb out from your right pocket and begin brushing your hair back, admiring yourself through the monitor before you. “She wants me,” you believe.
You tire easily and your lack of sleep indicates so. Your mind’s fixed upon the large digital clock more than your important work, selling office pencils (that anyone would rarely dare to purchase.) You remind yourself that lunch time will arrive soon. It’s only 8:69 AM. You correct yourself and ensure that the six is indeed a zero.
While browsing the company website for clients, you stumble upon the name of one of your co-workers under the “Staff” page. Tracy Sena was the top saleswoman two years in a row. You grab your thigh and smile at the image of Tracy. You see yourself two spaces away from the bottom of the list and imagine how blissful you felt on that day. You comb your hair twice more.
An hour has passes and there’s nothing on your computer save for an incomplete game of spider solitaire. You never knew how to play it in the first place. You constantly scratch the patch of hair behind your left ear and your fingernails become chock-full of dandruff. Your work is interrupted by a knock on the back wall of your cubicle. At first you disregard it as if you have something better to do. The pair that greets you each morning is anxious to speak with you. You correct yourself and fix your eyes upon her face.
“Have you completed the sales I asked you about yesterday?” Again, you are interrogated.
“No, almost done.”
But, in fact, you aren’t. She rolls her eyes and you return to your position and comb your hair twice more. You want to use the urinal but she’ll notice you if you rise. You’re only still working because of her presence. She’s always on top of things. You correct yourself and think, “always on top of work.” She asked you for something, but you forgot and reach into your chest pocket for your carton of cigarettes. You misplaced it in one of your sky blue t-shirts.
Your empty stomach disturbs your work. You dig through your paper bag and snatch the packet of Toaster Bars. They’re plastered with coffee sprinkles and crispy walnut crust. Your co-worker strolls by the entrance to your cubicle. You compare her to the curves on the edge of your Toaster Bar and continue eating.
Once again, you hear a door slam loudly. This time a woman is crying. You continue eating your Toaster Bar and show no regard. You decide to quit the job the day after and become a failure, in your honest opinion, never recalling what she wanted you to do.

gull

2009-01-15T11:26:00.000-08:00

a hobo walks by carrying frameless paintings on canvas

pigeons are classy.
a male pigeon has impressed a female and she keeps following him around.
my friend says,

"she has her eyes set on what she wants."

a seagull lands before them and says something like,

"what's cookin toots?"

but the female pigeon keeps following the male pigeon. the seagull flies away. he probably tells his friends that he hit that all night. but deep down they know he's full of it.
my friend, she says,

"oh, they know."

grid paper

2009-01-15T11:17:00.000-08:00

i often tell people the city is a noisy
place

i've only known the city for nearly two
years

if it can find in its heart to forgive
me

if it cannot, i would not mind helping
it

this day out of two years, i've heard the
usual

but during this hour and minute, i hear
only

only the conversations of strangers, but they
whisper

it has a chance to be peaceful, and it's
rare

but that is why i appreciate the
city

vacashun

2008-12-29T19:32:00.000-08:00

written 12/24/08

i've been alone for a couple of days now, not completely alone
thanks to brief visitors. i know i'm going to spend christmas alone.
i know i'll be spending the day after that alone, too. it's been
alright, though. i haven't lost my mind, and i'm actually feeling
a bit happier than i would. not many distractions or phone calls.
i've had two pretty significant dreams: the first one involving a
complete government take over of our brains, similar to something out
of orwell or huxley's minds.

the second one, i was at my old apartment complex.
i was standing next to the only girl i've ever fallen for,
but it seemed as though we didn't know eachother. we were looking at
a weird plant that grew squares of different types of fabrics with a
variety of patterns stiched into each one. an old man dressed as a
police officer slowly walked up the concrete hill approaching us. he
just waved his finger up and down warning us that it was illegal to
touch those plants. he did this about four or five times before he
turned around and left. the girl and i walked down the same path the
old man took. i remember there was a field at the bottom of the concrete
hill that the kids in the neighborhood called "the big green." in it,
a giant flower, shaped like a sunflower, made of fabric. it was about
the size of a school bus. three large men, completely ripped and
intimidating, were loading masses of people into the flower before tightly
sewing it together. of course everyone was struggling to get away but
the men would beat them with their fists before stuffing them into the
flower pedals. the middle was already sewn, and people were trying to
punch through but were unable. children and babies were even thrown
in to fill any small gaps. the flower looked perfect from the outside.
no awkward pedals, all consistent. it wasn't finished. i woke up.

i couldn't sleep for a few nights without first reading the "king cat"
collection by john porcellino. something about those comics really
help me feel rested. before reading them i seem to forget the old
phrase, life goes on. i think about the past, and how things were with
the only girl i ever fell for. i got her a christmas present, two
books that are each compilations of funny comics. i know she likes to
read stuff like that before bed, because i used to be there. anyway,
when i read john's work, i remind myself that no matter how bad or good
things are, life goes on. i mean, time just goes by so slowly when
you quit moving on. i set my alarm to wake up two hours before work.
i'll usually lay in bed and think for what feels like forever, not
really progressing or moving on. i look at the time to find that only
five or ten minutes have really passed. it's not as comforting as i
would think, and i feel uneasy when i look at the clock sometimes.
so that's why i read "king cat" comics before bed sometimes.

i think i've got a phobia. the sound of beeping or the phone ringing
seems to stop my heart for a split second before i realize the situation.
it wasn't always like this. i went through a period of dreading whatever
i recieved through my phone. my responses had to be immediate and
sometimes i just didn't feel like responding. now i really just can't
stand the sound of my phone, even when it vibrates against a hard surface.
i just silent it and stuff it in my drawer for a few hours before checking
back.

grocery score

2008-12-29T19:10:00.000-08:00

It probably wouldn’t come as a surprise that it’s so difficult to enjoy work without any distractions. When your throat becomes dry, you’re hassled with having to put your work down, only to realize your fingers are covered in pencil residue – being troubled to wash your hands. This is no way to work.
In today’s world, we are bothered by difficulty and a lack of efficiency with our “supplemental” devices. We can’t get through a busy day progressively. The NanoQuench 3000 works to repair this problem. Taking a break is merely a fallacy. You insert Device BG into an ice cold glass of water (or anything you may fancy.) Then, simply insert Device G above the tongue. The devices work together respectively (and through a unique code) to teleport the liquid molecules from the glass to your mouth and throughout your body by bending the space around the devices. There’s no better way to stay quenched.

421 fck

2008-12-29T18:54:00.000-08:00

song i recorded about a year back