apathy

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16 hours away from where I left its really fucking hot im wearing almost nothing and i dont care about the sweat except my socks are really gross and they stand up on their own.
I forgot my way and slept behind the fruit market again this time alone, with only 2 visitors. Visitor number 1 woke me up to try and sell me crack, visitor number 2 woke me up to ask me if i was working the corner. Sometimes, I cant think of anything funny to say back and just stare in confusion at ignorant stupidity. DinDin had created a circle of poo around me. So i smoked impatient cigarettes for the metro to open.
In the morning, I traced buildings and tags and encouraging emails, the only reason for my adventure into ghetto city, back to where I was headed, and found his door open, waiting. Hopped the fence HALLLOOO? He is sleeping. I lay beside him and kiss his little head to make the deep sleeper wakeup. Instantly I get this awful stinging in my eyes and face, the result of what im imagining is a 2 day old pepperspray incident. I close my eyes, try to breathe without hurting, and wait for him to tell me the story.
We always find things, and now it is a squirrel. Tictoc or Peanut or L`cureuil or whatever his name is at that moment in time likes to eat anything dipped in honey and seseme seeds with peanut butter, and afterwards, especially in public, he will begin to suck himself off. Im serious on that. I have pictures but no magical cord to attach it to the computer so we`ll wait to find one.
I got some pretty new boots from Dasha and she is even prettier off the screen and her rabbit violated my rabbit but I think it was just jealous because its ears are vertically challenged.
Back to the confusing heart, We walk and remember why we quit after giving up on quitting. Its not that I want to live, it isnt that at all. It isnt anything but what it is i guess. Deep. We drink much and then we drink (or more like chew) chunky chocolate mushroom stew. Everything gets fuzzy and Im sinking. Its storming outside and dark and I check on Dindin and shes almost swimming and theres spiders clinging to anything dry and im sitting there, in a large puddle, with lightening and thunder and raindrops and spiders and a white rabbit and everything after that is undetermined but was I dreaming part of it? I dont remember sleeping but at one point I do wake up.
Thank you to the anonymous individual who makes strange sculptures of nothing outside of Foufes. Maybe its just a yardsale of found objects on the street that I have assumed might be terrorist art, anyhow there were 2 dead pretty seagulls and one pasta plate, so obviously you put alittle dead bird on a little pasta plate that fits perfectly and off I am like a waitress to the hungry awaiting their meals in expensive restaurants. I like to play until someone SOMEONE threw the plate from my hand and desecrated the poor dead thing I tore off one wing and left it with the other. I wish I had taken them both but I wasnt sure about the meat content and what sort of rotting would follow. There was only maggots in its head and body. Little intestines.
I should mention that I have found a black box to live in, with moody roomates big windows and a broken door and dirty needles between the walls and 2 cats are included. I want to make cabbits. I will try but I cant remember if its the female rabbit or the female cat that has to carry... otherwise you end up with really scary notliving aborted creatures halfwaythrough. Home. It isnt.
If the many of us stumble our way there safely, we will see Crystal Castles and I AM bringing the coconut topped marshmallows to spell out the lyrics "c c c is for cunt theres a sickness inside that i need to harvest.. she's the one who brings me to life, when i stab her with my hunting knife broken tramp have you seen her , i tryed to love but now i've beat her"