January 26, 2024
if anything, i only trust my subconscious’ birth
it is really all that is true and honest to me
the existence of God being proven by the books and events that seem too eerily coincidental to not be called a coincidence, burnt toast experiences too and all that, i don’t really care to be honest
i know for sure that what i think,
January 19, 2024
The heat has been giving me bad dreams.
The temperature peaks around 4:00 PM and starts to settle to a manageable level around 4:00 AM. There isn’t much to do these days. I go to my fire escape and try to catch a breeze if there is any to catch. Heat increases the rate of rot tenfold, elevenfold even.
I’ve been rotting for a while now.
The fungus growing on my skin is enveloping me but it doesn’t hurt so maybe it’s not that bad.
January 9, 2024
WARHAMMER 40K IS PLAYED ON A DECORATED BATTLEMAT. PLAYERS MEASURE DISTANCES USING SPECIALLY-CRAFTED, HIGHLY EXPENSIVE RULERS CALLED CHODES.
January 7, 2024
Today I almost posted a photo of the tornado that struck Montreal when I ended my relationship. It’s been three months. Yesterday I sang in the streets with six thousand people. In 1957 Christine Jorgensen fucked the man in the moon. Today the girl at Tim Hortons wanted to tell me something funny but I don’t speak french and she doesn’t speak english. The sky was already so dark when I left the house for coffee.