The work, which becomes a new genre itself...
The work, which becomes a new genre itself...
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2004-07-18-7:25 p.m. Slap me around, could sleep in the middle of Times Square, wouldn't have sex with a 90 lbs supermodel... tired! But I have to stay up. There is no choice. I've had insomnia for 2-3 days now. I'd read, play music, stand on my head all night. Then sleep most of the day. I wish we were BILLIONAIRES so then I could get an apartment alone. Maybe it's best to have insomnia, at night it's really nice and quiet. It's during the day that the dogs are running around looking for anything to chew up and my parents are talking loudly about nonsense. Well, it's generally building related, upkeep, city worker type stuff. Still, they talk about it in a way that it becomes nonsense and makes you want to walk away. Yelling, I'm tired of hearing it. I mean, you don't need to yell, I can hear you already. Maybe people should just stand on chairs when they are upset, it would be the same as raising your voice. I've never had a roommate I liked... except David and Jay because they didn't bother me. They say, "How's it going? Your still alive? That's nice. Now I'm going to read Reader's Digest in my boxers and in a wife-beater, later!" That's cool. Go ahead. I went to see our local Jax band Chroma play today. They always get a crowd of hippy chicks and over-weight guitar players. I get tired talking to new people. That's why I'm glad new people don't always come talking to me. If I talked to people, I'd have to say that cliche line, "Oh, I came cause I knew the band." And then it would be about Loren because chances are they know the band as well. I don't like talking to people on the street, in bars, in any public setting. I'd like to talk to people when they are involved with what they are doing and fate happens to bring us together. As much as people are telling me to be an active seeker, I'm tired of the hum-drum questions and expectations. Fuck it all! I'm a writer, this is the most isolated profession a man can choose. Whoever will happen to come my way, will understand that isolation.
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