Monday April 15 2013

Stalin as Mario. PicHour.[i]

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Locked in an unfamiliar bedroom on the first floor. The shades to the windows are wide open and the sun shines through brightening up the whole place. Aysena’s here and we’re having sex. It’s passionate and aggressive. At some point the open windows and sun bother us so I close them making it much darker. The scene takes a different direction after we fall asleep. I wake up to discover a strange man in our room. He resembles Stalin and has obvious hostile intent. He cracks a whip across the bed in attempt to hit me but I don’t feel anything. I flinch in hopes I can escape the dream but I’m still here. I decide to tap into my telekinetic energy. So every time the Stalin man cracks his whip in my direction I shove him across the room with my mind. It’s kind of funny. He starts falling through the windows, stumbling along the floor, breaking the glass. But he’s a persistent bugger and doesn’t stop trying to hurt me. I keep waiting until that moment when he’s about to sling his whip and then...POW! Rejected. This whole thing becomes boring after a while and I force myself awake.

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Alarm goes off at 10:45 a.m.

Cinnamon Raisin Bagel with Non-Dairy Cream Cheese and Honey. Orange Juice.

All day shift at China Wok.

Lentil Wrap with Tomato, Hummus, and Mustard. Goldfish Crackers. Black Tea. Alenka Chocolates.

Elliott and Jon Reynolds walk in. After describing a girl that works at Flipper McCoy’s that seemed attractive from a distance Jon tells us of a Japanese term that identifies the situation: Bakku-shan, “a woman who seems pretty when seen from behind but not from the front.”


The orders are mediocre in numbers.

Fried Shrimp with Broccoli, Onions, Carrots, and Rice in Garlic Sauce.

Off work.

Meeting up with Elliott. He needs to store some gear at my storage unit temporarily. He’s also selling a bunch of stuff, something he usually does every now and then. Him and I are both collectors but he’s better than I am at relinquishing his possessions.

Man with bionic eye:

Snacking on Goldfish and sipping on a Yuengling.

Watching Nightwatch (1997).

Sleep 3:30 a.m. 

[i] Stalin as Mario. PicHour.

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