Sunday, August 20, 2006
this is fucked up. you are fucked up.
At work. Inside a shack for nine hours. One customer.
My daily routine. Put the sign in a visible spot. Put the bikes outside. Sit on my ass and wait. Insert CD into CD player. Initiate audio stimulation. Wait. Apply protective sunscreen to all exposed areas. SPF45 does the trick. Wait some more.
My daily routine. Put the sign in a visible spot. Put the bikes outside. Sit on my ass and wait. Insert CD into CD player. Initiate audio stimulation. Wait. Apply protective sunscreen to all exposed areas. SPF45 does the trick. Wait some more.
They don't know how badly I'm scamming them.
Everyday I fall asleep reading on top of two towable watertubes. I get alot of reading done. I also get alot of sleeping done.
I mostly get alot of nothing done.
Everytime I wake up from a nap on those tubes, my legs are asleep. Except they're so numb that I initially don't know they're asleep. The faster I stand up, the quicker I collapse on the floor. I try to stand myself erect again and collapse once more. This has started to intrigue me. This feeling of helplessness as I crawl along the floor in a dazed stupor, trying to reinvoke life and feeling into my appendages. Rub to make the blood flow. I have to teach myself to walk again. Pacing in circles on the sandy wooden floor. I feel the tingles and pains trickle into my legs. Shake it out. Do a little dance. They already think I'm crazy anyway. Learning to walk again.
I do this every day.
Watch the dog. Make sure she doesn't take off down the beach. She likes to harrass little kids, beckoning them to throw rocks for her.
She's good at killing gophers.
Even better at killing time.
Thunder frightens her. I love it.
A psychic on the Maury Show predicted that my hometown, which is a twenty minute drive from where I now live, would be pulverized by a killer tornado. She had also predicted the water epidemic we had a few years ago, along with the big Cochin accident and Thailand's tsunami disaster. The tornado was supposed to touch down yesterday.
It never came.
I think it was karma. Too many people in the town wanted the tornado to come and clean up this mess they call home.
I guess the town doesn't have enough good karma for a tornado.
I hate psychics. They disappoint me.
She's good at killing gophers.
Even better at killing time.
Thunder frightens her. I love it.
A psychic on the Maury Show predicted that my hometown, which is a twenty minute drive from where I now live, would be pulverized by a killer tornado. She had also predicted the water epidemic we had a few years ago, along with the big Cochin accident and Thailand's tsunami disaster. The tornado was supposed to touch down yesterday.
It never came.
I think it was karma. Too many people in the town wanted the tornado to come and clean up this mess they call home.
I guess the town doesn't have enough good karma for a tornado.
I hate psychics. They disappoint me.
How is a tornado supposed to annihilate a downward spiral like the Battlefords?
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Ive never actually seen an episode of a Maury show that didnt involve a paternity test or some girl terrified of pickles. They should have a psychic terrified of pickles with an iligitimate baby..that'd be good tv.
i like you
If psychic's can predict the future then how come they arent rich? Or how come they don't use it for good like how to save people's lives? They always use it for murder cases people who have already lost their lives. If you ask me they are wasting their "so called power."