i saw a black pigeon pecking at cracked cement for nourishment and named it loneliness

with the arrival came a marsh.

i ordered and received Blake Butler's "Scorch Atlas" a week or so ago. it is hard to discern. i don't really pay attention to time.

the book arrived thoroughly destroyed. it adds to the charm. seriously.

when it arrived i tore it open and started reading it. the structure of words==intensity. soon after i started reading it a puddle emerged from below my carpet. the puddle has gotten bigger and more pungent.

i have no clue what it is. i'll take a pic soon.

after the first puddle another puddle made its face known in my carpet. this time in a different location.

i have no concrete evidence that SA is to blame but my hunch is that it is.

i have not finished the book yet and won't speak fully on it until i do. but half way through my dick is hard and my mouth is salivating furiously and it has been a long time since i felt that way from reading a book.

blake is giving away a couple copies of SA over at his blog. If you don't have the book, go enter in the fucking contest. it's not hard. so many people don't want to put forth any effort for something. it is odd to me.

the entries should be in the 100's by now.

don't be a lame dick. go get the book.

on another topic, people keep asking me to do shit and it's really fucking with my mind.

i am not sure why.

expectations.