10:00 pm, the most irrelevant hour.
I’m a couple drinks in and a few thoughts short of a bad time.
It feels like a good night for a broken nose or an artistic break through; one might lead to the other.
I think I’ll take up smoking again.
With my new car I have acquired my first CD player in a million years. This has led to a resurgence of bad agro electro music from my youth, since those were the last types of CD’s I had purchased.
Beware the sting of heavy beats and distorted vocals.
John Oliver….Nuff said.
She had porcelain skin against a blue dress.
Her eyes held no secrets.
She probably had gone to youth group at one point.
I desired her more than anything ever.
So I drank my coffee and left.
It said no results about “jokes in suicide”…
Diners are the last stop for those teetering on the edge of creativity and lunacy.
David Lynch once said “There’s a safety in thinking in a diner. You can have your coffee or your milkshake, and you can go off into strange dark areas, and always come back to the safety of the diner.”
I say he was half right, the darkness is here all around you, on the face of the uninspired and in the dead hollow gaze of the ignorant.