I didn’t have a fridge for fifteen days or whatever but now I have one. It’s buck naked on the inside. I haven’t seen buck naked fridge guts in probably six years. It feels like a new beginning. Like an empty house. I feel like I’m going to ‘move in’ to my fridge. OH THE POSSIBILITIES! I want to rearrange things. Put things where they never were before. Maybe I’ll put beer on the top shelf and maybe I’ll use the ‘luncheon meat drawer’ for salad dressings or butter. Really ‘mix it up’. But first I have to go grocery shopping. All I have are canned goods and canned goods don’t need to be refrigerated.
Ice is a luxury.
When changing the standard placement of items in my fridge is ‘really mixing it up’ you can only imagine how exciting my life must be.
A nice person wrote a REALLY nice review of Billie the Bull, a chapbook the world forgot about before it had time to be remembered.
In a quieter house I walk around in faux-silk. Perhaps nylon. It's black. It cost ten dollars. I can afford ten dollar babydolls and nine dollar sex toys. It’s been hot in So. Cal. Faux-silk babydoll hot. Ponytail hot. Buttcrack, underboob sweat hot. I keep windows open at night, turn the fan on, toss and turn. Heat is a nervous mother.
I wrote a ‘domestic themed’ ‘piece’ for Dogzplot. You should read all of the pieces by all of the people. Really great stuff. And they are short. Fast. Fast.
I am not really ‘trying’ on this blog post right now. I’m just typing like a fatso. Probably wont even ‘edit’ it. Im tired. This week has been “full”.
When Chef Ramsay fucks me I want him to call me a stupid donkey, a fucking pig, a worthless cunt and a talentless piece of excrement and various other things that mean I am useless while he is totally getting off on all of my holes.
The part where my heart is, is here. It is on a Lazy Susan. It spins to three plates. The Chinese restaurant guy keeps filling up the Lazy Susan with all kinds of dishes and the Lazy Susan gets too full. There are plates filled with every sort of dish; Peking Duck, potstickers, Mongolian Beef, Cashew Chicken, Turtle in Hot Pot, Chef Special Chow Mein, Chef Special Lo Mein, Garlic Green Beans, Ma Po Bean Curd, Lemon Chicken, Hot and Sour Soup, Sliced Pork with Bean Curd, Five Spice Pork, Duck Wang in Portugal Sauce, Twice-Cooked Hot Nutsack, Spicy Beef Turd, Fried Semen Cunt Dick, Orange Pork Chicken Beef Tofu, Secular Jewish African Spaniards, Dumb Dumplings in Curry Noodle Thai Chorizo Weightless Butthole Fuckoff…all stacked precarious. All steaming and tipped. A tower of food and it spins and stops, spins and stops and all the food wants to be eaten but the Lazy Susan is a bitch. Probably because of all the years of being called ‘lazy’. That’s not very nice. Like this ‘analogy’. It’s not very nice. I don’t know what I mean. I just know that there is a beautiful photograph in my heart and it makes me feel like more than ive ever been and I don’t know what to do with that. And it’s a two-sided dagger without handles and there isn’t too much blood on the floor yet, but there’s some and it’s pretty and I want to touch it.
p.s. im a worthless human being. Wanna be punch-fucked or pissed on fucked or both or some. Just kidding! I love my dad and my dad loves me!!!