patdixon — Sat, 16 Jan 2010 17:12:33 +0000

So, many of you have been writing and asking me how I like to spend my time in Appleton, WI. I’ve gotten emails in the teens about this. They keep coming in, dozens of them, all in the teens, numerous requests for information, which I’m now willing to provide.
I can’t tell you the information, I was unable to retrieve, hahahaha. It’s a rather esoteric statement this morning from the black part of my core, and it’s got a lot to do with a certain feeling you get sometimes. A couch, a television, a sandwich, a piece of fruit, a cup of coffee, some snow, some trail mix, a hot shower, picking a tie, next thing you know you’re being watched by 180 people in a room, there is laughter and cheering. Turn the mutherfucking page. This is my book. MY book, do you understand me?
Communication is happening all around us. I’m too unable to remember the things that happened in recent communications which might be helpful. Again, unable to retrieve, but you’re getting the idea. At the end I reveal who shot the main character, and there’s a wedding episode filled with surprises. The beginning touches the end and the end wraps around and licks the ass of the beginning. That’s the way a circle works. In every circle, there is the implication of ass eating. How can you have any pudding if you don’t eat ass? Stand still with it!
Circles is what I’m talking about. There are tons of them. Everything a circle in it’s way, and in it’s own way eating ass. The Olympics, in it’s way, is the biggest ass-eating event there is. It’s impossible to look at the Olympic symbol and not be thinking about eating the ass, even if it’s deep in your subconscious mind. It’ll probably never be an Olympic event.
Maybe you’re starting to figure it out. Use your brain to do your thinking and your tongue for you know what. Then turn off your brain and your radio. No music while you’re doing that. You don’t want to fall into a steady rhythm.

Coffee

patdixon — Fri, 27 Nov 2009 22:05:32 +0000

Two girls having a lively conversation. I can’t understand a word they’re saying. Why can’t teenage girls ever drink HOT coffee. It’s all about iced stuff, frappe’s or whatever the fuck they are.

Their socks are short and white and they agree on everything. It’s a lot like one girl having a conversation with herself. They look like twins.

I wonder if they’ll still be friends when they’re 28. 35. 40. I wonder what they could fall out over. They seem so compatible as friends with their matching socks, hairstyles and drinks. And voices.

This world is made for them now. They are so much more commercially relevant than I am, it’s not even funny. They are the coveted demo. Teenage girls who are either buying things they don’t need or having things bought for them they don’t need. And yet, they are the most superfluous of people, saying nothing of importance ever, doing nothing that matters. The one thing they could do to change the world is the one thing everyone says not to do and that’s get pregnant.

Charming girls. 13 years old. God bless them. I’m going to be like them someday, without a care in the world.

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