If I had the rigor to fall asleep at the same time each night and wake up the next morning without a warning from three poltergeists, I would probably die of excitement. I walk only 4.4 miles a day, which is more than thirty miles a week, but those are rookie numbers, not the numbers I seek. I have no idea how Dickens was able to find the hours in a day to walk 20. Maybe he ran, but I don’t think people had Nike’s back then. He probably didn’t sleep as late as me or waste his time on frivolous poetry. I really shouldn’t compare myself to others because I always end up short and on the outside cohorts that gossip sheepishly. I am the wolf in wizard clothes, warning mothers to stay indoors. My venom has run dry because I’m grouchy as a tiger and sleep is a necessity I don’t compromise. Forget if, but when. Time moves as quick as the sun. And moonlight is too precious to not go skinny dipping in, so I once again, close my eyes, and lift my head, at those who are already in bed. You wouldn’t understand me if I said, I’m already dead.

a steady diet of vitamins that you would be proud of. The deficiency is not in my skin and bones but in my blood. Things just never seem to go fast enough for me. I don’t have anyone to talk to anymore, but there I go, me, me, me, I, I, I want a puppy or a lion, or a litter. you deserve to live in my mind and pump my heart full of the evaporated tears I keep in a jar next to our homemade green cabin. I hope people think I’m crazy because then I will know, that I alone, hold all the answers to my own prayers. What we all could use is a little respect around here, this dirty, unvacuumed society where up is down and black is white. It confounds me how much I waste on other’s opinions of me, but surely, I respect the elderly. At 12:11 I’m all out of tricks. This mustached magician who was all smoke and mirrors has pulled the last virgin bunny out of his top hat. I will just go on to be a mad monkey lover, humping the next ear to listen to me. I haven’t been able to get up the courage to hold any delicate bald head in my sympathy symphony. I still remember what it’s like to hold someone dearly and to be glad to have 13 cigarettes left in my pack after a movie (though I rarely make it to the ending). A clutch of 800 adjectives I could never use properly in your dangling homemade suits, fruits, and truth trees. I once knew what love was, but I didn’t know what it was good for. Just a sequel finished too quickly. It was nice to know you. Happy birthday 23.

August 15th 2016

I waited around all morning for my camera to arrive. I read, I blogged, I wrote other shit but it felt like it would never arrive. I bought a 1,000-dollar Canon 70D. I was jumping for joy and signed the UPS laser scanner thing and started charging it right away. It is way above the capabilities of what I know to do with a camera but all the same I am glad I bought it. It is really fun to use and since it cost so much I am motivated to use it a lot.

I made a video called Make Art which is on Youtube and has 5 views! It was one of my best friends Sam’s Birthday and I have this picture of him but I can’t seem to upload it to Facebook. Oh well, all in all, a great day.

August 14th 2016,

I feel that it isn’t a good idea to be writing as late as I have been. There is nothing better than an all night binge of wordpressing but I feel that I need to recalibrate my sleeping schedule so that there is more productivity in my life.

I spent the weekend with my long time lover and Friend Sarah up at my Lakehouse in Michigan. We spent our days down by the beach, kayaking and relaxing until I returned home yesterday afternoon. My lakehouse is a very cleansing place and I feel as though my mind is drained of all the gunk which comes with living in a metropolitan city.

I am purchasing a camera to further extend the documentation of my life and with that, I need a solid microphone. I went down to Edgewater where my sister lives to drop off the last of my money so that I can support my hobby of filmmaking.

I decided to run back and had a nice healthy dinner. Late at night, I recieved a phone call from my dangerous partner in crime Sam Jackson, whose birthday is today, letting me know of his sexual advances he’s made due to the app tinder. I was proud of my boy and I intend to have a birthday full of fun tonight with the young gent who’s turning 19.