Once I Was On Earth And I Liked It

i just work here bro. i’m a swirling ball of pulsing energy entombed in flesh. i’m a dirty goblin with a pink bow in its hair. i’m an early spring breeze blowing thru a junkyard. i’m an eyeball. i’m tired

it was actually maple. this made clear once I cleaned the gunk off. and also the maple leaf logo on the underside. go ahead and tilt the orbital sander king they’re just trying to slow you down

varmint kibble paste medium

woozy but the table saw shaking my body pretty satisfying

ruthless use of my social power to influence my friends and peers to accept my wood hierarchies. you don’t want an acacia butcher block side counter. you want oak. oak is better. I have no basis for this but that’s never an issue

I wanna make a nicer world

they’re in my dms on etsy

the first day of being awake can go either way but the second day is when things start to get good

bought a lacey white xxl women’s blouse at the farmers market. maybe the underlayer for battling. cut the apple line. all of those new parents are waiting for apple cider donuts and don’t even put fifteen crimson crisp and evercrisp and stayman winesap in a bag like I do

the dead rat entombed in my oven weighing on me until a couple sauced up eastern european women want to bop. and they don’t have to speak. they move so characteristically. I think bosnian. dancing awhile. now somewhere in the insulation there’s a rat. will it stink

beautiful day for it

she’s so bad bro omg I love adult women with jobs

going to lock back intoto dancing after learning about the new war

seeing people I know and like

floating in a pool in the lee of a couple smooth boulders. calm gently spinning riverwater less than a foot deep. the fella spreadeagled next to me says he’s from connecticut. and I get so mad

the answer is clear but still invisible to me

(rather desperately) son do you find my failures enlightening

making friends with death on my first day of school

My name is Buttermilk Chaparral

I love studio day (sitting four feet from a brick wall and staring at the flaking white lime wash listening to music )

karizma the spirit

matte black chromed out dump truck with a cast iron liftgate the grim reaper of rental property interiors

freshly removed hot water heater on the curb exhaling some deal of steam. fully disconnected, a gray enameled cylinder in the winter light exhaling

Joy in the time of something good should happen

potent yuuuup. yuuuup with emphasis and sincerity

asking my zoomer classmates if they ever went to Sears

parking in a puddle deeply unnerves me. hate to do that to your hooves buddyman

spring craving to digest snow melt never satisfied waiting until next year while the whole ground rumbles. let me merge. I hate you university city

Wire mommy seems colder than usual. Wonder what I did to disappoint her.

why did god choose that macys would survive

just bought thirty abalone shells because I cannot afford an experimental mother of pearl purchase right now but I can probably make my own after watching some koreans do it on youtube

sears dot com wasteland

I want to smoke cigarettes in a Sears while I try on women’s clothes. One of the five remaining brick-and-mortar locations

approaching the mic. I believe the rat is dead

(he’s an indoor man)

sucking up dust. eating glue!

sitting on the toilet looking at exotic wood clearance. thuya burl. lots of saliva in my mouth thinking about it. most oily wood I’ve ever carved. leaves the hands sticky, perfumed. expensive. all the way from the mediterranean rim. mmm

quarterly recurrence of potholes gets me feeling like I could fix these voids given like four hours and a couple bags of concrete and some rebar but then what about the job security of the city dotmen? and the local tire shops. One I like is called “Elvis Tire.” I like thinking about elvis. So maybe

I love driving my car thirty miles over the speed limit shedding snow from the roof like an afterimage. go fast and show me yourself

most mornings there is an intersection between me (steel toe boot foot dragging, slugging from thermos) an old woman cooing to a clutch of outside cats who she feeds on her porch, and a smoker on the third floor balcony above us coughing and hacking up phlegm mid their dawn dart

rat thrashing around in the back panel of my oven where I cannot get to it and I’ve put out more poisoned pork for it to enjoy and I think the funniest outcome would be the creature gnawing thru the gas line and dooming us all

four days of work four days of rest would be best

Rotating a 2D image in my mind until it is edge-on and disappears entirely

quest reward

I need to drink rainwater about this

released two cars that had an oldperson-owns-this feeling to them from the loose grip of freshfallen snow. maybe now god will release me from the grip of a brokenheart. not really. robert burton said 500 years ago that if you’re sad about something for more than a year it’s probably baked in

mixed rat poison into some pork fat and put that in a gatorade cap beside the stove and the rat ate it all last night. Unlimited success today

fresh coat of mink oil on my boots. layering up. eating peanut butter by the window. a foot and some change of fresh snow. gonna dig my car out. and my roommates cars. then walk to a friends house and dig their car out. cowboy type shit

replying "built different. coming in anyway" to my boss' group text saying we'll be closed for a snow day tomorrow