so this man taught his asshole to smoke pot/stop me if you've heard this one

i sit here holding a diet dr. pepper recently purchased from the vending machine

i wasn't really thirsty or desiring a diet dr. pepper

i think i was just bored

"there is no nutritional value in diet soda" i state to myself

the ingredient list of the can confirms my assumption

diet soda is a chemical representation of a sugar and water mixture

diet soda has no intrinsic value

the diet soda is habit

habit is a trait of an addict

today idiots are celebrating adolf hitler's birthday and the smoking of marijuana

it is two separate celebrations

at least the neo-nazi asshole has something concrete to believe in

ask a pot head why today is more valuable than other days

questions are good

now pass the bong

cancer of the soul but you would never know

***UPDATE***

today on the commute home I came to a conclusion to start taking myself seriously as a writer.

from now on i will be writing under the pen name "TITTY SCOUNDREL".

consider this your only notice.

***

today is tuesday i think or wednesday? i don't know. it matters because i have a brain mri on thursday. maybe science can tell me where the good thoughts went.

i think my sarcasm and sense of humor is lost in translation frequently.

the profile picture of me holding the "poetry" sign is very sarcastic.

i also own a tshirt with the words "chick magnet" on it.

I am thinking of having my headstone read "Jereme 'Poon Pounder' Dean - In Loving Memory"

Gena Mohwish harassed me ++++5 to "collaborate" with her. I always gave her my stock answer: I don't collaborate.

Then she pointed out I broke my rule twice: once with HTMLGIANT and the other with PIFFLE.

Collaborating always ends the same. I eventually stop holding back and alienate every one with my personality. it's what i do.

i push people away so I can judge the fakes from the genuine.

Anyways I am collaborating over here November Echo.

We are writing about childhood secrets. It is meant to be honest and fun.

I wonder if I can smoke a cigar while getting an MRI. Need to check on that.

bye.

which way isn't here?

rinse



gargle



spit

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.