I am 'They'! ,,,mostly bathtub thoughts.
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Published April 20, 2024
Who the fuck are ‘They’?
I am ‘They’!
I decide the life I live. The world I build.
I'm in the bathtub.
Happiness in a bathtub.
Happiness is a bathtub.
Heaven’s a half-pipe.
Suck My Dickz.
Dust and Synth and all the light we ever lit.
Lost Universe. The suns are brains trying to figure it all out.
What the fuck the universe is.
The fuck is this.
And.
What the fuck is going on.
The fuck is going on.
?
Did you know one of my favourite ever albumsiz is Guns N’ Roses’ Use Your Illusion I and Use Your Illusion II, both were released on the day I was born - September 17th 1991.
A literal birthday present, Oh My GAWSH!!!
Tanks.
There's a sweet Chinese ASMR streamer. She doesn't have many viewers. I don't watch her long but I jump in there with her for a minute or two. I hope she's happy, I wish her the best.
She might have autistic-downs and she's very pretty.
I am a kind and loving man and have never committed a single crime. Ok. Okay lah!?
I went on the rollercoaster of the future long before AI was a concern.
Chill.
It's been a while, not since I was a teenager, that such an acute CRISIS and EMERGENCY of meaning has arisen here on Earth for humans.
I'm sure the buzzards and dragonflies don't give much of a fuck.
No. Buzzards. Dragonflies. They smart.
Unlike ‘us’... !
A long time ago.
I set my life's goal definitively as ‘Win The Human Game And Achieve Immortal Glory’
This stood for a long time. Well over a decade.
Now? It's still ‘Immortal Glory’ but not the same kind. I no longer care about being remembered by this species 500 years in the future or longer. I probably still will be.
But. Now ‘Immortal Glory' means something else.
It's incredibly esoteric. Maybe so esoteric that it can only be fully understood by me. Probably true.
Even I sometimes lose grasp of its shape.
I know it though. It's in me.
Exists in mind, heart, soul.
It keeps me going. Babe.
‘WIN THE LIFE GAME AND ACHIEVE IMMORTAL GLORY’
Now I will talk of writing.
My writing.
Fiction is a lot easier and more enjoyable to write most of the time than non-fiction.
I know what the tree felt like. I tasted the water. I did the fucking.
Bringing forth words to correctly repaint it, so that it lay in the vicinity of truth of what that experience really was, that, well that, well that takes more time until I'm satisfied.
Fiction however, well …
Elise lifted her cunt from the mirror and licked the piss off the tops of her toes BURN ALL BRIDGES she screamed, falling against the wall and leaving a Kanky imprint of her blood-soaked face.
See. I just wrote that. Didn't think about it. It just came out of me as I typed.
For that one paragraph a great novel or movie could be built. All of which would flow just as easy.
My dick means business.
Always on patrol.
Keeping the streets safe from the lousy, from the Spleens.
It's white and pink and brown and red and purple.
Le Sserrifim could be classified as a terrorist group soon. Soon Le Sserrifim.
They play at Coachella for the second weekend tomorrow and the world holds its breath. It's either gonna be, gotta be a great tale of resurrection or the final nail.
We will see. I can't wait!!!!
I developed an ulcer in my mouth after I watched their first performance at Coachella. I still have it.
Kim Garam Forever. Smiles and winks.
Stop. No.
Pussy Is Squishy. Squish Squish.
It goes Squish Squish, Squish Squish.
I hope Israel and Palestine and Iran and Ethiopia can work everything out.
An invisibility device would be very fun.
Time stopping would be very fun. You know.
I'll kill you with a pencil.
When it's all done, maybe we'll realise our only true purpose was to play with dogs and cats.
And chinchillas! and fish!
And forget about all the silly shit.