11/23/2004 20:59:21 EST • tags: scintillating_bullshit
so LAST NIGHT I watched “waking life” again, and when I was going to bed I was all like “I dunno, I think that’d be just great to dream forever, maybe I’ll try that” or some such thing. immediately upon sleeping, I was plunged into a horrible nightmare wherein my RISD friends and I were flying around in some kind of dirigible, which then crashed, and we were captured by some evil guy who locked us all up and made us draw lottery numbers to see in what sequence we would be forced to COOK AND EAT EACH OTHER. you may laugh but it was fucking terrifying. I managed to escape w/ the help of some people but at that point the blinding terror simply increaced as I realized I could not save all my people. it SUCKED. but it was also hillarious in the way that real-life neurology stepped in and proved my idyllic little movie-fueled assumption quite wrong. I was all like OK OK I GET IT for hours after wakening, until I could go drag myself all the way across town and eat up some blueberry pancakes at brickways on wickenden, which got my mind off it.
now it’s thanksgiving and I’m about to go to a bunch of different places, including florida, to see all of my family, which has ballooned out to massive proportions in recent years, thanks to a series of marriages and divorces and remarriages and childbirths and all those other hillarious bits of familial nonsense. I am going to bury my nose in books, and hopefully steal tons of pills out of my mom’s medicine cabinet, and thus I shall get through it all. boy oh boy.
then when I get back I have to make no less than 12 books by hand, I shit you not. so send me your bone folders if you got ‘em, yeah.
I envy my dear associate jesse ball, who I just learned is basically channeling henry miller, as he is vexingly managing to earn a very livable living by loitering in paris writing poetry. some people.
ok yeah. happy turkey to all you. more later.
