piracy

i truly dont know what to do with people.

its so absurd that i have everything figured out, like really, except how to not be a complete mess of a person.

but that's natural.

it's absurd that the whole world would be better off if i could make them want to be like me, if i could become a celebrity.

but i dont know what to do with people. i hate them in large numbers, they're the most valuable thing/possession/object of interest after the self and reality taken as a whole, and i give them way to much slack in my daily life. i act like an asshole, but nobody ever buys it, though i want to be an asshole, bcuz it seems more natural to me, in these times, when people are so goddamn stupid. they dont really deserve all theyve got.

my gums are sore. gritty tartar residue. i trust my dentist, eventhough or perhaps because he looks like a homeless person. shapeless face, off center personality. i make a new comittment to dental hygiene, and fiddle with my favorite girls, i skip a dozen tracks, unsettled, incontent and write more blather like eggers trying to be bukowski.

literate coherency comes in cycles like sex.

apparently.