i accidentally drank a can of caffeinated soda. while this will enable hours of finely-detailed, hyperrealistic, romantic drawing tonight, it will not enable the 10 or so hours of sleep my brain needs to maintain its stunning equilibrium.


"what's the difference (beyond the obvious) between an epileptic corn farmer and a prostitute with diarrhea?"

i just told kevin this on the phone, but the tetris that happens in my head after a nice, hot, challenging game, when i'm falling asleep, is more competitive than you might imagine (as often as You imagine Me playing head-tetris). the pieces, they fall onto the block below, but not the pieces i need. it appears that My brain actually creates a game for Me. which is interesting. in context.

kevin and i just talked about context. a girl asked him [censored] "in form or content." [censored]

now i have to go imagine kevin in the shower as i wait impatiently for the next L-shaped piece to fall. (that's not meant to sound predatory; we had an agreement).

i'm so bored with everything [censored]

posted by bender at 10:43 PM on Mar 21, 2007

Ryan W. said...




Ryan W. said...

hey. that's totally fucked up. cuz, it looks like, uhhhr, it's got a fake comment by me. in a way, I believe I did that. and it says posted. shit, I don't know what's going on. I put the pasta in the water and came back.

bender said...

i put pasta in water tonight too. it grew a chia head. (i've been reposting oldies and editing; you will probably see yr name again, though it may be associated with things you may have said).