A Random Phone Call

I got A very random call today, It was like 3 hours long.

I Said I had a thing for Russians and Asians.

I was pretty sure she was Asian. I was bloody wrong, But she was Russian.
It's always somehow eather or.
Some Russian Nut Job or Some Asian weirdo. I gotta tell I love them.

I told her I had enough explosives to blow a big time part of all she knew.
I lied, I don't hate shit enough to do it.


I told her it was 3pm and that I was completely naked.
By the way this is a complete stranger that called me last night after I got her my number.
She Said she is coming soon.
I got to buy daisies.

Here I am looking for flower shops.

Wanna Come Over?

Wanna Come Over?
So we don't Die Alone.
Dying with a kiss Sounds Nice, Lets Do That.
I recently learned how to Make Nitrogliserine.
 I just read 'Fight club".

Lets see, I have Porn Magazines.
That's a lie. Internet makes them useless.

This transsexual teen, 19 years old asked me to have gay sex with her.
She said republicans make her think of gay sex.
She is dying of Liver failure by the way.
Cancer Sucks.

I hated to see her at the club.
I hated to see her too.
And Specially her.

I just want to burn and wither all the fun that I can't have.
The Sentence above? I meant burn. This is just being weird.

Well I would not, But it would be nice to see it on the screen.
On the big  screen nothing is real.
That's why I got into Film.

Who would wonder vaginas bring so many heartaches?


Some random girl from nowhere asked me to marry her, Other dropped her strap on dildo on my floor, some other just started schizo injections,  some other has got a new boy friend, But that ONE told
you she Didin't love you.

I Live Alone

 Fiction:

I Live Alone,
and I'm bored of the world.
So I let my Prostitute friend to move in.
Her Russian friend was here for a couple of days.
I'm Sorry
She is From Borat's Land
Kazakhstan.
I can't even pronounce that.

So I'm supposed to go to bed.
She puked so much.
So so much.
It looked like pain.

No work for me tomorrow.

I'll be fucked, I just hope I don't spend much.

She puked so much,
she is about my age, 24.
She is really sad and lost
But so am I

so what?

It's somehow 2 pm

I gotta go out and face the world.
I don't have a realistic reason
other than going to the Lcbo and the bank.
I might go to the movies. It's been so long.

Im pretty sure I took A shower yesterday.
thats a fact I think.


She told me she slept in the bathtub, the russian friend.
I told her that russians where always cool in my brain.

I woke up and she was already on the computer.
I don't know for a fact what day it is.
Not that I care much but my birthday is in a week. I think.
November 21, the last day of the Scorpios


My other friend puked more and more,
No bra or shirt
she skept puking vodka as I typed.
I played loud classical music and lied on the floor laughing.

Meow

I Was Bored

I'm hating to write right now.
She is topless. watching Dexter.
I like her tits, I won't try to be a gentleman.

Her Russian friend is in the kitchen, I forgot that there was some other 3rd world countries outside of Mexico.
There are some girls that are so hot in Kazakhstan. Believe me
it sounds like a shit hole
an they are all blonde and russian and niceand cute.
I know, what the fuck.

I don't want fucking mac and cheese, thank you.
You never think about the asian side of Russia where everybody is hot and poor.
It does make sense right?



I don't want to know what "Dexter"is about.
Shit on the balls, Shit on my dick, Saying shit is fun.
Shit shit shit shit shit shit.
I need to feel bad
i can't
Doom.

Time Face

Am I really Stoned?
What the fuck is this Facetime Shit Anyways.
Oh Dude! That video of that dead dude, Steve Jobs Explains it Everything!
That youtube one.

Wait a second, Isn't that like the Telescreens from 1984?
Holy snap.

Whateva. Siri is creapy enough already.
I asked her for a blow job and it Gave me a couple of escorting websites.
I asked it for God  and it gave me an address in St Claire Street.
That shit is great.

If Neo had taken both pills  at the same time where would he be?
What if he was high on pills for the whole movie and 'The Matrix" didn't exist?
What if Morpheous Just Date Raped Neo with a silly Story.
Free druuugs.

Recently someone told me the daughter of real Life Morpheous. Mr Laurence was a famous porn actress.

Thats How I Discovered that I coulnd't link porn on facebook.

Gimme Danger Little Stranger

My Fridge Has an Indifferent Face Painted on.
It hasn't Worked for the Past Three Weeks or So.
Everything Inside is Rotten, And Everytime I Dare to Open It, it Looks meaner and Madder.
I Hardly Ever Use it Anyways. I do not know How I accomplish that.
I guess that If It wasn't for that ugly Broccoli or those Potatoes or that Chicken Soup I made About 2 Months Ago Everything Would be Fine. I don't think the ketchup or the around 12 hot Sauces I Have in There Would Mind Much.

I met this Toronto Woman While I was Still living in Ottawa,
My Boring Ottawa life asked me for a Change so I decided to go to Toronto to Visit.
I decided that I wanted to stay on benches Just to See what it was Like.
It was a 3 day trip.
One Night I Stayed on Younge and Dundas Square,
Laying on the Floor Under Some Kind of tent for some Event.
I slept good 4 hours Surrounded by Children Books.
The other one on the Bus Terminal.
Until they kicked me out.
I remember having a shower in between, Can't Quite remember how.

The Nights were a lot of fun, It felt almost like a never ending night for the very little amount of sleep that I was getting and the good Heavy Olde English Intoxication.
One of the nights I was there, There was a clothing store on what I know by Know it's called Queen Street.
Back then I was wandering lost and alone.
there was a line up of people at one random clothing store at one am in the morning.
I was passing by with heavy make up and a half shaven head.
He pointed at me and said you, Get in.
I went in right away smiling at the people in the line.
It was a regular clothing store, and in the second floor there was a lot of interesting people.
There was a dj, and an open bar.
Oh sacred Mother of Lucifer.
I blanked out.
I left a after a couple of rivers of poison water.
or Whiskey that sounds Nicer.

The other night I went to this fetish thing, held on this Venue at What I know by know it's called Kensington Market.
I met this petite Asian woman in the club, really good looking.
She was wearing a thong, high heels, leggings and a very minuscule bra.
and some kind of burlesque wings.
I was wearing a Roxy Music shirt thats how we started talking. We were talking about Iggy pop, Lou Reed, David Bowie and Roxy Music. That was reason enough for me to want to bang.
Sadly that shirt does not exist anymore, it got cut out by the assholes at the Hospital once, But That's another story.
I got that In a Store that Now I know it's called the black Market.
She said that she was a professional dominatrix.
She told me stories about people paying her big bucks to humiliate them and piss on their faces.
No sex involved.
I thought that, that was a great career to  pursue, we got along pretty well. 
I told her that I was moving to Toronto in about 8 months. We kept in touch.

I went to my computer when I was back to My regular but temporal unsatisfying 9 to 5 life.
I saw pictures of this woman,
The first glance I got from her since I met her was on an album with Pictures of her.
She was wearing a zebra thong bikini, with long long Leather High heeled Boots.
The Kind that cover most of your legs, In an dirty Basement filled with Junk.
She had a welding flame thrower in some pics, A sword on some,
And A Fish.
The Fish ones were my favorite ones. She had this Motherfucking Huge fish and she was banging it on the floor as if it was a Sledge hammer.
I don't know but I think girls wearing zebra thonged bikinis smashing fishes on a dirty rusty basement filled with junk is kinda hot.

We Were Both Lost

 My Stories are all fictional Unless Proven Otherwise

I went to her Washroom. I needed to to take a shit.
There was a leopard thong on the floor.
I grabbed it.
It was Covered with blood.
It was stiff. I thought about sniffing it.
I did.  I shouldn't have. I put it away.
To the horror of my eyes there was no more Toilet Paper.
I scream in the dim lights for her, asking for it.
She opened the door with me all naked and exposed.

 "Hey dear how are you?"  I said.
"I don't have any toilet paper , I'm so sorry, we could crumble some pages of this note book.
You have to crumble them a lot so they don't hurt your ass." she said

"Give me a bar of soap. and don't ask any questions" I said

She hands me a bar of soap.

I got out of the washroom.

Her friend greatly intoxicated comes in. She told  us a story about her being in some kind of threesome. Lots of passion Involved.
Your mind does not have to be in the right place for passion.

Before we went to meet her we did a whole ritual of booze hiding.
We new she was about to be fucked up. and she was.
We needed to hide our booze.
It's a life source at times.
 
That friend said she needed to leave to fuck someone.
We understood. Maybe. Perhaps? I don't Understand shit really.
She left.
Our  Alcohol was safe.

She Spilled Some of Our Wine on the Floor.
Tragedy.
 I told her I once Loved her.
I said that I will do it forever.
We were both lost.
 

He Sings Songs That Aren't His Upon A Piano He Doesn't Own

 Today I Share Bukowski

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d45dUO_jwKI

Busted By A Vase

I Tried to go to my Usual Thursday's Bar.
The Place was closed.
Good Place.
I got hit Viciously and repeatedly by a really hot woman on the Face Once.
Blood all over my face and Unable to do Anything against her.
Just Laughing and asking if that was all she was able to do?

Never Drink Someone elses Drink in A punk Bar.
Even if it's a Mistake...

I found her online, She was wearing a leopard thong and a leather jacket.
with no bra on. Lots of tattoos.
Her ass and face were pointing at the camera.
I must be missing out I thought.

I like to think about the laughter and the blood at times when I get bored.
Half your face would be brown the day after. And Blood Gets Crusty.
 And Tastes like pennies. 

I ended in a random Redneck Bar instead.
I  start reading a Newspaper and I read about this news story about this Woman With Heavy Schizophrenia.

22 years old, She Ripped her mother's face out making her mom die of extreme bleeding.
"Yo She Got Busted By A Vase" She said.
To The Officers.
Apparently she pulled the scalp of her Mom to her Mom's Back.
She also gave Birth in this condition and Police Officers Gave the baby away.
What A Bad Trip that Must Have Been.

  Apparently the woman experienced "Unimaginable physical and Sexual Abuse when she was nine"

She was laughing and looking at the rooftop of her building. While Her mother was Blankly staring at nothing.
Not really, the Scalp covered her eyes. But you know what I mean...

 

Ham and Pineapples

The Aggressive Lady of My Floor Thinks I'm Cool.
A Very Vicious older looking Sounding Woman.
Think of Courtney Love from the Future

She has Destroyed The Door of My Neighbors apartment 3 Times.
I Watched 2 of them happen Through the Peephole on My Door.
"I'm Going To Fucking Kill You Mother Fucker, and I'll Force Your Fucking Freak Kids to Watch You While I Do it You Filthy Mother Fucker" She Said

She Broke the glass of the Fire Extinguisher with her Elbow.
Some blood around but not too much.
and Then She Smashed it like her Life Depended of it against the Poor Grey Door.

A Couple of Screams of the Human cats.
Then Silence.
I layed on  My Dirty Meaningless floor.
Listening to sweet Lullabies pretending I was Someone else On the Floor.


5pm. Sky Dark and Cloudy.
Raw throat and soul.
Mouth Like an Ashtray.

I Needed some Breakfast.


We'll not really Needed.
My body Needed it.

As I was waiting for the elevator, she came to wait for it next to me.
She Said that she Had Brain Cancer and was going to Chemotherapy and that She had been Battling it for 15 years.
She also said that she got a bronze medal once.
And I also heard her once saying she was a cop
and a Concert's Pianist.
She is Clearly full of shit I though.

 She told me I was Cool.
I asked her if she has ever smelled the smell of burning Human flesh.
I told her that I once worked with a Vietnam veteran.
And told me that It's almost Impossible to tell the Difference between the Smell of Burning Human Flesh to Pork Flesh while Being Cooked.
He said that most Veterans don't go to Barbeques.
Strangely enough a Yugoslavia veteran of the 90's War Told Me the same.

And Also apparently the smell of rotten human flesh is the Foulest smell you can ever smell.
Apparently we are predisposed to instinctively dislike and fear the smell.

That's why they left corpses to rot impaled on sticks back in Vietnam.



I had slice of pepperoni pizza afterwards.
Delicious. : )

 

Drunks and Bullets

She Tells Me About Alcoholic Anonymous.
Everything Looked Like a Downward spiral, In a sense that everything was devious of meaning,
So Attending Seemed to have Some Coherency for her.
The first session was on a regular public AA.
A sad lot around. And a Big Fat Jesus Speech.
It made Getting Drunk on the lunch Break so Much More Interesting.
There was a person that Said that when He Drinks he gets drunk and Runs around Naked in his parents House.
He even beat the shit out of them a couple of times.
Others Talk about how their Lives are so much better after quitting drinking.
Fake eyed smiles, Glassy eyes and broken dreams.
They all quiver and shake after you ask them for the reason.

One of them said she was covered in Blood once, that she had a recollection of murdering a sad soul.
Blacking out and don't Remembering.
I really would like to remember If I stabbed someone multiple times on the jugular to Death.
But I'm a silly person.


The LGBT Alcoholic Anonymous scrapped the Jesus Bullshit.
That was a good Start.
 The speech was a bit more interesting.
It was a speech that lacked meaning, and I believe that That's all we need sometimes.
 You could meet some other Humans That Just Like to See the World Burn at Least.
Most of them just leave you with a shitty after taste from the world.

I plan to go one of this days with her With a flask filled with some Hard Liquor and pretend Psychosis.
I could say that The lord and savior asked me to masturbate in the steps of the church.
and told me that the key of salvation was cumming on the cross.

I wonder if they would believe that? Perhaps I should Invent Something like I am a male prostitute and that My anus hurt and that is hard to shit.

Or I could tell them some of my evil thoughts, I have them all the time. I have to.
If I want to turn them into a film or some kind of art right?

The Other day I was thinking about a story of a guy with a Gun.
Pointing the gun to a security officer wearing a bullet proof jacket.

I was thinking what I would say, or what would a character say to inspire fear.

The vest only covers your chest, you would be likely to survive.
Can you Imagine if somebody shot you in the dick or on your ass?

It would involve hours and hours of surgery and everybody that hear of you would pity you.
There's nothing worse than pity.

The doctors would say something like.

-Listen boy, this tube is going to go inside of your rectum to your bladder.
I do this so you don't get Urine in your Blood Stream.
You would get all yellow and Stinky, probably even Sticky.
By the way from now on you are going to pee through this Plastic Cup.

And I thought that the idea of the impossibility of fucking and the Shame were Bad enough.


Getting shot In the Asshole would make defecating a bit too complicated.

I can see the doctors sewing up your ass, thinking poor little fucker.
It would make some interesting dinner chatting at your Uncle's house.

-So I heard some fucktard blew your Ass  Away eh?

Then having them opening a happy little hole in your intestines so shit can come out.
And getting it stored on a silly Ziplock bag by your side.

I would claim that I like to take pudding for a Walk.

I bet people would see a bright side. I can see a couple of friends saying that on the bright side you got another sex orifice.



I kept walking all sad, Good ways to distract myself.

 

Under that Astonishing Moon

The Moon was so round and Big,
Under that Sad and Lonely Shore.
I thought about Diving in.
Detroit Seemed So Close.
And I Knew that If I Dived in,  I Would Die of Hypothermia Halfway through.
It really seemed like a good way to die.
Dying under a big round sad moon, shedding all of it's Incredibly Pretty Light, Under My Blue Sad Cold Dead Corpse floating under than Never Ending Lake.

It Was a Good Night.
for My standards.

I was drinking with a friend that I love very much,
 On the doorsteps of a church, I find really romantic.
In the middle of the night,
With that intense moonlight.
We where talking about our Transexual  ex Girl Friends.
Telling each other how shitty it was In our  own particular Situations.
She Started, That was great.

God It's nice to hear stories like that. ( I Don't Believe in Him, Calling upon him just sound so big, that is for the record)

Anyways, Having some of my mind back  felt like a really warm stress release.
Not like it matters in the great scheme of things, Nothing really does.


Then I had this Brilliant Idea.

The Best I had so  far.

I Called it "Pretend"

Lets pretend we are this or that, Lets Pretend life is easy, Sex Is Easy (The simplest thing in the world turned into a  nightmare) Love Is easy,  Money Is easy (Which I don't Really care Much to start with).
I believe that everything you had felt has been felt by absolutely everybody around you.
It's just about the way you react to it, or them.
Even those filthy hobboes,  
I Don't like them, they always call me a fag.
Not like I care anyways

A fool's Paradise, think of the great story of "Brave New World"
Worldwide Happiness turned into a lack of soul.

Who am I to judge anyways, Im Just a Mortal. Like You. 

And I knew there was a world outside.

I should go buy some milk....

(cows titties)

A Pretty Day.

I've been trying to understand people lately,
trying to think of sense and meaning, Like most of all of us.
I had some great music, Like Fad Gadget and Bauhaus to help me going through it all.

Still life keeps getting so Narrow.
Very Black and White,
To a point where you cannot really Claim Evil.
Since we are all here for our silly Earthling Believes. (I Wonder if that is Grammatically Correct)

I just thought the other day about how would it be Like if I was David Bowie,
and I came to the very very very Sad Conclusion that he is Not God.
As I Have Perceived him all my life.
I'm an envious Driven human, That's the Truth.
I have always thought of us as a silly mass of protein full of Doubt and Lacking Meaning.
That Kind of Stuff is really Heartbreaking If you put some thought to it.
You Obviously know God does not Exist, But what happens when your god is Full of Doubt?

What does that make you? How should you feel knowing than you were born just like your Idols?.
There is not a realistic difference between you and Them.
Andy Warhol, or Stanley Kubrick or Iggy Pop, or David Bowie, Charles Bukowski, Robert Smith.
How can they Be so epic? What are we missing?
Le fucketky Fuck.

There's  the Obvious Answer, Persistence.
What if you Don't Know how to be persistent enough?

One Pretty yet Starless Night

One Pretty yet Starless Night
He Decided to Go Insane.
He woke up at 4 am.
He could not sleep.
Too much on his plate, and some Malt Liquor on the fridge.
No Reason to wake up for the next day.
He got off his bed, and put on a dress for no Reason.
And Started Drinking.

He had not eaten for the past 4 days.
and It felt Good.
If any worries it would probably be Liver Failure, But he thinks He just needs to find a Good Routine.
Nobody wants to make Mommy cry right?
And the Never ending possibility of having a lack of talent.
Getting getting Impotent Or Something Like That.
Just like any other guy you wimps.

 And he was Afraid, Yet Pretty aware of how humans where like,
Through years of isolation and a detached way of seeing you.

On his pretty dress he Went to his 16th floor balcony,
It was beastly cold, and bitter, But the air felt nice on his lungs,
And the mood was alright.
And the city looked good.
Perhaps it Wasn't that bad all that self imposed Isolation he Thought.

Pigeons were fucking loudly, Which was basically what woke him up.
and they always sound like they were getting murdered.
It's a nasty massacre at 4 am unless you are out of your mind.

C'est la vie Darling

The Passerby

He had his mouth around his Penis.

He seemed to be enjoying himself, Both of them looked really dirty, In a Sense that they both could use a shower.
And it would have also improved the smell a little bit.
His Head Was bobbing  and throbbing Towards it.
As if filled with anger, as if he needed it to survive and that was the last raft on the ship.

The one on his Knees was a black male on his late 30's, There was a bit of grey on his beard.
I don't Know how he sounded like, or how was he like or what was he thinking.
Not really that I Need to Know or Care anyways.
He was working his way out pretty well I would say.

The Other guy was much older than him, He looked filthier.
His eyes were wide open, and they where blank pointing at the sky in that cold and lonely day.
I really doubt he was thinking about anything else, other than immediate penile satisfaction.
Which produced me a bit of comfort.
Just the fact that there's moments in life when nothing matters.
And Sense can be extracted away out of an unpleasant situation.
His hair was grey, whatever he had left, Which wasn't really too much. And It was filthy and it was mean.

They were both wearing winter jackets of very bright colors, one was red and the other one was blue as it was very cold in that park, And the light was heavy on their faces and genitals and their beards.
There was nothing to hide, or at least nothing savable to hide.
 It was bit insane to me, which I liked. Not necessarily the act itself.

I stood by right in front of them with my drink on a straw.
drinking really slowly with the sun hitting my face.
Making an unofficial statement that I was a witness.

I got bored, and walked away, There was a Dad playing with his kid on swings.
They looked really happy. I watched them a bit then I left feeling a bit warmer inside.

Twinkle Twinkle Little Bat

Fictional Story Unless Proven Otherwise :|

I could use a Muffin Right now.... Im a bit Hungry.
Anyways.

I saw my mentally disturbed friend the other day.
I've always been attracted to the different shades of the human mind,
And I always thought that I was a bit insane.
I don't think like that anymore, I prefer to think of myself as ahead of the curve.
That is until I start smearing feces on the wall naked with my bare hands.
But until then!...

I have grown a little bit tired of her.
and I discovered there's some people you can not help.
Plus her music Sucks....

 I got a call from the hospital, It was my friend,
and she told me that she was beaten up viciously by a guy.
She told me she might lost her eye, and that she was on the emergency facility of the closest hospital to my place.

When I got to the hospital she was already gone.
I was told that the police showed up since she got really aggressive.
and they had to kick her out.

I felt a bit sad about the whole thing, and It was really the last time I felt sad about her,
Mostly about her eye.
You don't really want anybody getting hurt that much, or at least I don't.
 And when people are naturally pretty, which is rare.
It seems a little bit more obscene.
In the least superficial way that my silly words can express.
 That's why I am such a hippie antiwar.
I'm surprised about how some people just keep on living, regardless the coldness and sad weather and their harshness of their existence.

 I couldn't do anything.

I went home.

and I slept.

My poor door was attacked by a reckless beating.
Through the peeping hole I saw a bit of recognizable craziness and I opened the door.

It was a very pretty young skinny face, covered on bruises but with 2 eyes.
That made me happy.

Then the next thing on my mind was how in the love of our beloved Lucifer could I get this person away....


oh, My Muffin got cold u.u