[062] Scraps
02/26/2010 12:00 a.m.


infernal machines.
washing one's hair.
internal machines.

it's not your fault or his either, it's just because he likes
to question and disrespect people who are smarter than
him
in certain subjects. that sounds mean and wrong,
but
i just mean
he's smart as the dickens, he is, and he'll beat your
rear silly at computer programming and
electronic music but he's self taught and
self teaching always manifests itself in a
whole bunch of
specifics.

it's why i like him, and why i like so many people:
i feel desperate infatuation for people who are
passionate about really
obscure things.

(either if they're useful or if you will wax poetic)
i'd like for everyone to wax poetic.

i dig all you weird and silly people. talk to me about
every german-franco-marxist-architect with a pen-
chant for messianic jewish mysticism that you know.
tell me in great detail about your performancey street
games that come together to mimic the spread of
infectious
disease,
i'll take it all.
I'LL TAKE IT ALL.

mostly dirty talk doesn't work for me because i'm
turned off by cliches.
i'm doing something to myself that makes my stomach
ache like it's full of gaping holes. my favorite part of
everyone's faces are the corners of their mouths, they
curl them in and up and hide what they can there, that is,
until i poke at them
with bullhorn fingers
and giggle as sweetly as i can.

dig dig.

I am currently Clueless