I seem to be terrible at becoming a neurotic but I do think I am a good driver.

I will show you smear in a handful of dust.....

I am surrounded by philistines blissfully piling up on concrete castles. To know this as my own stay and muddlesome lot is become more and more excruxiating. Even Sisyphus is always up for syphilis. Fuck Socrates. And not in a good way.

Three weeks ago, as I was struggling home as I do almost every weekend, with just the right amount of groceries as to make it all really asinine, I came across this nice short plump woman who was flowing out of her pinkish hat in order to dutifully vend assorted cacti by the side of a street that is about five minutes from my house. As I had almost given up hope on a trip to the museum that is a whole thirty Saturday-minutes away, and thus on my ever hanging a portrait of the lady in my cluttered sleep space, I boldly peeped at all her greenery on display with sly fertile thoughts of enlivening my red-white-and-sorry-but-no-blue room despite my bloody un-green thumb. And it was not all it vain - though it eventually led to my having to carefully lower my cursed groceries onto the street, and to my having to balance a slippery bottomed plastic pot on top of a bottle of wine after having picked up the aforementioned accursedness with surprising dexterity...and it was not all in vain, for a rugged, multi-greened, small mahogany spiked blighter winked back at me with street-puppy love, and our instant marriage, a euro and a half later, unceremoniously was made. I immediately (well, 10 minutes of goofy weight laden waddling later) brought him into my bedroom, showered him with light, and glazed him with all the water that filled my bottle cap. But all was not well. The jealous seraphs, I suddenly noticed, were smiling sinisterly from their blighted purgatory. I shrugged it off in my new groom bloom, and gleefully went for a second round of pot fondling instead. But oh, what a fool I was! For you see, as I should have then, foresaw they that, today, in my castle that sort of overlooks the sea… that today, my little prick would shrivel and die away, leaving me pining for unseen beeches with a poor punctured heart.

I seem to blog when I am tight or tired. Must break tonight. Had the most wonderful dream in a while. probably too good for my words. feel inadequate. like it didn't even tickle her. off to classes for now. woke up at 5. must shoot myself. later.

yet againg I am so fucking tired.

This school thingamy is pretty xhausting. And that with two cow shoed do gooders too. sense loosing the humor I never had to begin. forgetabouta hummers as well for a while all the chicas are so very plucky. guess gotta get organized. but even for bar nights then. troubled times these. dipping shit like the market fish stench. with two hours of a cruel accounting that I why like. must perchance sleep tonight. during my wake.

....sitting in my bed, I promptly went to sleep after this crap, and woke up just late enough to not start on my accounting homework.

....on the positive, I have esspeekers for my computer now. but the drab walls cry out still. to wake up before the poster stores close on Saturdays...painfully priceless!

I am sooooooo...... tired. Maybe dehydrated? Who knows. Alcohol after 5 months allofasudden maybe not agreeable? Naaaa...can´t be. must be the rain water. Spanish wine is a bit sharp. the women bitmore cute. Apartment hunting has stalled. Two more weeks to avoid the streets. have lots to say but no more computer. and I am so tired.

I'm back

That's right folks. I am ba-ba-ba-back. Spent last month in a monastery saving puppies. But all about that in the next post. Right now, there is a tomcat with its head upon my lap. I cannot eat it. But there is lamb in the fridge and it is getting cold.