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Stare the other way, fair maiden, for my navel is rancid
7 Feb, 2016 20:16
ambience, absurdity, music
The room is dim but for my trusty blue LED lamp on the coffee table in front of me and the television which serves as the monitor for the Raspberry Pi I have not (yet) named. The fact that I have not named the beast is unusual. I have had an obsession with naming inanimate objects for the whole of my life. Well, that is an exaggeration, so I’ll proffer a good deal of my lifetime, instead. The room is ...
The Scent Of Cumin and Bacon from her Flesh
6 Feb, 2016 10:10
illness, food, relationships, friendship
Indeed, the bacon is frying amid cumin. I will always recall that Acy’s love of bacon is unequalled. Or at least WAS unequalled. I ponder at times whether it was the reason for Ramona’s departure. One of several, I suspect. Relationships are the gradual accumulation of disdain. Miniscule granules lump together to eventually be indistinguishable. I am reminded of a conversation that Acy and I had in the back, screened-in kitchen of his place in Austin. (Note: A place that ...
Sitting in a Pool of Congealing Orange Marmalade
5 Feb, 2016 22:26
idleness, blog
I am sitting on my bed as Marisa softly coughs beside me. She is playing a game on her mobile. Perhaps it is Pet Rescue Saga or something similar. It entertains her. It relaxes her. She definitely needs it after the stress her children caused her today. Also, I am downloading an image of Archbang linux to test. I am of the opinion that I will like it, being minimal and supposedly very quick, and shall replace Ubuntu on galictis-vittata. ...
I'd like to stab you in the nameday
5 Feb, 2016 09:13
lethargy.shambal, motivation, goals
What is the best manner in which to motivate myself in the morning? I once had a book that I bearly got into entitled The Artist’s Way. It suggested the concept of morning pages. I suppose that is exactly what this is since it is thirty-one minutes past nine in the morning. The writing should be free flowing, almost stream of consciousness. Or, rather exactly stream of consciousness. I get to an initial point. I feel particularly demotivated. I believe ...
Scrub all the fuzz off with lye
3 Feb, 2016 14:47
absurdity, shambal
A message to Christian earlier today, recorded for my own amusement in the distant future: That being said (and what it was will be lost in time, like peacocks in the rain), I believe that doing laundry during the night is the correct moment to accomplish such an important task. It allows you to prance around with an exposed, lye-caked penis as you do calisthenics in the neighbourhood. It provides a time for zen-rapture as you stare at whorling linens ...
Though my dreams were of his swift demise, this prolonged suffering is more satisfying
26 Jan, 2016 11:34
childhood, parents, success, failure, expectations
Many broken souls should band together and write a self-help book entitled How To Raise A Gifted Child In A Hick Environment. I have no conclusive evidence, though it would be rather simple to just put the question to Christian, but I am convinced that in the cesspool that is Cold Brook, New York, he was raised to believe he was a kind of prodigy. I remember snippets of conversations with this cesspool of a man roughly between 2004 and ...
I stared at at the fissure in her eye-pit until I was color blind
22 Jan, 2016 11:15
music, lifestyle, relationships
The sound of tape unsticking itself from its roll, being severed by a razor, and then applied to rough cardboard fills the air amid the music of Amarok that spills from my telephone to my right. More and more often, I find myself, during these days bereft of Galictis-Vittata, listening to music in the manner of teens on the metro in Prague. They blast from the tinny speakers of their mobiles crass dance music engineered for precisely that environment. And ...
A long line of insects are awaiting your fly swatter
27 Dec, 2015 19:55
lethargy, death, decay, shambal, work, programming, displacement, clans, family, fresneda
I don’t like to think of them in this manner, but at times, Marisa’s explanations to me come across as lectures. She was, after all, a teacher at one point in her life. Not only that, but she was a teacher of children. I am certain this sort of profession can skew one’s personal relations for a lifetime. I don’t like to be lectured. As Shambal Brambel would say: I force my veined member into her orifice. She can say ...
Ambient noise is a fog in my brain
25 Dec, 2015 22:09
fresneda, praha
Considering that I have no idea what will happen at the aeroport on Sunday, I am not very nervous about my impending voyage (doom) to Praha from Madrid. Originally, I thought I’d leave Fresneda tomorrow via bus from Belorado and arrive in Logroño at an unspecified time in the evening. I would then have an evening in the casa in Paseo del Prior alone to collect my rational and recharge my hungry power supply. At the moment, I am sitting ...
Once you remove his liver, the chicks will snub him
23 Dec, 2015 18:21
blog, programming, clojure, nodejs
I am not Shambal Brambel, but I know him. He is a greasy spic who sleeps on park benches beneath seven month old newspapers. You smell him from several hectometers away. He produces expansive and even at times artistic puddles beneath his place of rest simply by drooling during his slumber. I plan to kill him. Perhaps I already have and do not remember. The purpose of this post is to test whether blog_to_mongo.js still works on my new system. ...
I prefer sparse matrices
18 Aug, 2015 16:20
humanity, change, displacement, relationships, murder
The weeds, as they term them, teem with thriving insects in an ecosphere unknown to neighbouring lots This could be an analogy of the multiverse concept, but I’ll distill it down to something more simple. Humans, even in the same city, divide themselves into different peergroups. Perhaps peergroups is not the best word here. I’ll go with penguins. So, humans, even in the same city - even in the same barrio, divide themselves into different penguins. These penguins are mostly ...