it's a nice day here in san jose. going to buy myself a sports team one day. i hate sports but that's ok. cause if donald trump can become president, so can i. i wonder how often donald got made fun of in elementary school? a name like donald doesn't roll off the tongue that well when your 9 years old. i guess donald duck works.
3 little birds sit at my doorstep, wondering when they're going to get laid. one thing that makes me angry is fat people. i really don't like fat people whose stomach touches the stirring wheel. i just want to punch a tree when i see it. maybe mcdonalds has something to do with donald trump. maybe cheeseburgers and wigs have something in common.
when i put my penis in a vagina, it's a lot of fun. because of my lack of patience, i always want to power fuck. i want to sweat and feel like i climbed a mountain. i want her to not feel anything, after all, with a penis my size i doubt you feel very much. love is like sex. it's always great till your mom walks in. i've never had it happen to me but i'm sure i'd be great. from then on you would never be as humiliated as you did in that moment. that reminds me of that time i walked into my parents room but naked. i was sleepwalking in the middle of the night and walked into there bedroom asking to use their bathroom. i don't remember much, but later i found out i pulled out my little penis and everyone saw. my size isn't as embarrassing as was my pubic bush i had been growing for the pas t 3 months.
but I'm still alive. it sucks knowing i couldn't always be a good son. but that just gets depressing. and there's nothing good about depression besides late night milkshakes that put you fast asleep. i hope you read this mom, and know that I'm pretty happy right now. i know this all sounds crazy, but you know i'm a little crazy. but that's ok. from now on lets grab hands and celebrate with a field trip to banff. i know the best hiking trail there. i would love to show you but I'm busy writing pushing these black and white keys. I'm busy and always will be. i dream of being just like an ant that never stops moving. just keeps crawling through your pantry and eating all your ritz crackers and cinnamon toast crunch. sugar makes the world go round and it keeps me sane.
being sober is nice. october is even nicer. oil on canvas is nicest.
DRIP DROP A CAMEL LOST HIS TOE--WHAT DO YOU KNOW--ANOTHER HOE WITH NO PLACE TO GO-- EASY TO BE A CAMEL WHEN YOU DON'T SHOW--LEAVING A SPACE BETWEEN THE NOTES--OBAMA IS NICE--BUT IM NICER--DRINKING POWDER GATORADE IN THE BACK OF YOUR JEEP---NEVER TASTED BETTER--ITS ALL CUPCAKES FROM HERE ON--AND YOU KNOW I ALWAYS HAVE A HARD ON-- KISSING A FROG--IN THE FOG--BEHIND THE LOG FOREST-- RESTORE US-- CAUSE JESUS AINT NO BUSTER RYHMES--LAUGHING LIKE A LION--I CAN ALMOST SEE JEWS-- WHAT A FUN TIME THAT WOULD BE-- LIVING THE DREAM WITH MY HAPPILY PLANTED SESAME SEEDS-- COME SEE THE TRUMPET PLAY WITH HIMSELF-- BEE KEEPER NAME IS JOSEPH--BUT THAT'S NOT IMPORTANT--PIZZA IS IMPORTANT AND I'M GOING GO GET ME SOME OF THAT PIZZA--PIZZA BOY SIGNS OFF