and tomorrow i may finally smile in the loneliness of the setting sun because it is a sun and it was destined to set

man what the fuck is wrong with me. it is 2 am and i cannot sleep.

i have a half naked girl sleeping next to me.

all i can think of is the loneliness in my mind, of the end of everything, of this reality being none as soon as i am dead, of everything spinning in suffocating black "space" above my dumb head.

i am going to be reading some of Sam Pink's poems for a project. there will be video. i have several ideas. one of my ideas might get me punched. we'll see. it'll be good for him if i get punched i think. i don't know. others are particpating too. blake butler, elizabeth ellen and barry graham are a few.

fuck i need to change my name. it is not a cool alliteration like jereme jones or something. i could change it to my first and middle name but i think it would be obvious it is a pen name.

blake's is only slightly obvious i think.

i don't know. jereme jerae is weird. jerae is a word of make believe. every time i say my middle name i remember the journals my mother gave me of when she was pregnant with me and all the acid she did.

i think my middle name was born out of lsd and prison sex.

do you know who daniel johnston is? i suggest you know.

go you tube him.

it is not called jeremetube. it's youtube. go do it yourself. actually my cut and paste isn't working. i'll embed some vids from him later.

i'm going to go smoke a cigar and try to escape myself.