For The Lonely #20

I have a pencil sharpener shaped like a shrimp. It is made in Shanghai, China. It's orange in colour and is bent in a crescent shape. I guess it is modeled after a cooked shrimp. A live one would have been straight, and perhaps white in colour. To use it I insert a pencil into its head and twist. The shavings would expel itself from the side of its head. With a pencil on it, it looks like a fancy hor d'oeuvre.

"Madame, voulez-vous une crevette sur un bâton?"

"quoi?"

"une crevette sur un bâton"

"Je passe"

"le bâton?"

Does it anti-matter?

A litte bit of me dies

It decays inside of me

Euwww... that's damn gross!

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godspeed

I like caves...

Dark, damp, empty caverns...

Immense space reverberating infinitely

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It's time for me to retreat into my cave

Every Now And Then I Feel The Need/Desire/Capacity To Engage In A Textual Discourse Of My Current State Of Affairs (part many of many)

Today I feel that I possess the capacity to do so.

For the past week, I'm overwhelmed with a desire to sleep. To engage in a state of unconsciousness so furiously that it engulfs me entirely in my conscious state. I awake to find myself tired. I'm asleep to find myself riddled with dreams that are profound, and yet at the same time, makes no sense whatsoever.

I awake to senseless questions that catches me unaware. I find myself obsessed with answering these questions, but find my answers coming too late. Forever buried in irrelevance. Smothered by obsoleteness.

Having realize this makes me even more tired.

I have a film to shoot and edit, an art festival to organize, possibly an art show, a sculpture to build, an academic presentation, and a performance to execute.

I think I'll go to sleep now.

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