Jumped out of the star bucks because I was late for work, and I saw all of these lawn chairs and a cooler outside on the sidcewalk of the strip mall. Is this a picnic? were are all of the smilling picnic faces I thought? Then I reallized that these people were waiting outside of an Indei Mac branch.
I get in the car NPR is rattling with more Indie Mac woes. For the first time ever the thought of not having any money saved up made me perk up, and I was singing by the time I got to work.
I can see the chenage form month to month , the coffe has started tasting diffrent. it taste stale sometimes in the present.
In the past it was sweet even in blackness it was fresh, and undiscovred cups of it lay for me hidden inside this house of mine. Now I have had many cups and stale, the taste of this coffe has come to sybolize peace. The flaovr is tired I am also tired and need a rest and welcome the steady pace of stale coffe .
All I need know is a purple heliotrope that that I can rap my arms around, one that smells like lavender .
It was back in september or october that I was helping to paint my friends penis white, and I found my self thinkg why does a skeleton need a white penis?? oh well on with the show. Its been a lot of months in this house almost 12. Its been a lot of things that have happened here. Good, bad, really good, and really bad. I found out today that my next door neighbor died in a car accident. He was house hunting in texas. I guess he waned to retire, Im not sure Im not sure if he was from texas originally, but he was a sweet old man. He was into classic cars and he had a few. I wanted to take his portrait in front of the old cars, now its too late.
I just had my first show in a gallery and it felt really good Im at peace right now.
All the things you cant say are punching out your teeth.
All of the things you want to say live in a vocabulary that hasn’t
been invented
I have a friend right now that is having a verry hard time right now. She called me up to talk, to talk the way you talk when someone walked your hart away and didn’t tell you were the were taking it. At one point I had to tell her that I needed sleep for the next day. I felt like a shit, she was already feeling like shit and all I could comeback to (in my head) were REM cycles.
I told her I needed sleep, and she fired of some of the best reflexive comedy i have ever heard
. . . ” I need to get some sleep, I had kind of a rough weekend.”
” Yeah I know, some ones rape is another persons bad phone call “. . .
”How was your weekend rough.”
It was like the msg of jokes.
Enjoy.
social networking picture sites email personal blog artist stament ozzing aftercum instead of geting my old taxes and life along with it going on a monday tuesday Wednesday trhursday and my cock is still hard from the boring jolt sprint I just had before bed.
its depressing when you finally realize that you cant jerk of everyday and have fun with it.
ZAGREB, Croatia (AP) – Governments have changed. War erupted and ended. Neighbors had children, and then grandchildren. But Hedviga Golik never left her tiny apartment in Croatia’s capital — until her mummified body was carried out this week, 35 years after she died.
Police said Friday that no one ever reported Golik missing and no one has come to claim her body.
Residents of her loft building in downtown Zagreb had broken into Golik’s flat after deciding that the apartment should belong to them, and not to her. Startled by the remains in bed, they called police.
Forensics experts said Golik likely died in 1973, about the time a neighbor last saw her. Expert Davor Strinovic said she seemed to have died of natural causes, but “it’s almost impossible to say for certain” after so much time.
Some of Golik’s neighbors claimed she had talked about going abroad.
Experts said her windows had been open, likely diminishing the smell. It remained unclear who — if anyone — was paying her bills and who exactly owned the apartment. In the 1970s, when Golik died, apartments were state-owned.
Neighbors now argue the apartment should be divided among the remaining tenants.
The discovery of Golik’s body on Tuesday prompted media debates on how it is possible for a woman to die so long ago without anyone noticing. One local journalist said it showed people were becoming more alienated.
“My dear neighbors! Please keep on being curious and a bit tiresome, as you have been so far,” Merita Arslani wrote in the Jutarnji list daily.
ZAGREB, CROATIA – After neighbour Katica Caric last saw her 41 years ago, as she was talking with two unknown men, Hedviga Golik (84) was found dead yesterday, in the bed of her small loft apartment in Zagreb`s 77 Medvescak.
Despite numerous tenants` actions, who noticed nobody was using the flat in 1970, as well as the city services, which requested the apartment to be broken into and examined, nobody reacted to their pleas for nearly four decades.
Police did not want to break into the apartment in 1991
Tenant Mirko Horvatic sent a memo to the police in 1991, which was signed by the tenants’` council, requesting they examine the flat, above all because of their co-tenant’s health and maintenance of the apartment, utility services and rent which all the neighbours have been paying for the late woman for years.
- I honestly don`t know why nobody has broken into the apartment. We requested it so many times, but nobody listened to us – Horvatic told us, explaining that nobody wanted to break into the apartment on their own as it is other people`s property.
Hedviga`s body lied on the bed in the half-lit room
However, the apartment`s ownership status was supposed to have been regulated this year, therefore president of the tenants’ organisation Sime Ungar broke into the apartment yesterday around 4 o`clock with two other neighbours.
- When we entered the half-lit room, I saw a body wrapped up on the bed. We immediately left the apartment and called the police – Ungar explained, adding that they did not smell any stench, which might have warned the tenants of the unfortunate outcome, because the windows inside the apartment were open.
Last seen with two men from a religious sect?
Hedviga`s neighbour Katica Caric (58), who lived on the floor underneath, was the last person to have seen her alive, a long time ago in 1967.
- She was talking with two men then, who were likely to be members of a religious sect, just like she was. Afterwards, she simply vanished and I was convinced she left with these men – Caric told us when we visited her at the nursing home in Ibler Square.
Neighbours: She never talked to anyone, she had psychic problems
Neighbour Caric, who knew late Hedviga best, described her as an introvert who never socialised with anyone and probably suffered from a psychic disorder.
Other neighbour share her opinion, some claimed she was a schizophrenic.
Late Hedviga allegedly worked as a nurse at the Tresnjevka Health Care Centre and neighbours mention a sister. On one occasion, Hedviga gave her the apartment in Medvescak Street, but several months later, gave up the idea.
- She also gave the apartment to a colleague from work, but again, probably because of psychic 
problems, she gave up on it, just like with her sister – Caric told us.
Mysterious writing on the door
What is more mysterious from the apartment itself, which “guarded” the dead body of Hedviga Golik, is the writing on the door, written with a marker, banning others from breaking into the apartment and entering it, signed by the Zagreb Commission for Census. The neighbours say they know nothing about the matter.
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And in the end, at the end of the day that is, we have all of these stories to tell. Even thought you live with someone you don’t like, even though you don’t have some one to love, even though you live paycheck to paycheck, you have all of stories, and they are all good or at least amusing. I threw a concert in my back yard, I rode my bike through the street with no shirt on and wondered at the feeling of the wind jerking my body’s hair back and forth, I picked clothes out of a trash heap and am thinking of ways to make money with this trash, and when my head is on the pillow i think of the day that I had, and the things I’ve said, will do tomorrow, and tomorrow is full of things like marketing long hours bad food a dirty house to come home to. This doesn’t bother me. Unquantifiable are the victories of my days, innumerable all glorious and marvelous are my victories, and still there are lesser victories in my life for which i will get the big bucks, this early stuff, this glorious stuff its for me to tuck way. Somedays at a dinner with friends i will pull out dirty greasy pieces of paper with our victories scrabbled on them and, all hands tuging at the corners of the crumpled sad paper will do their part to straighten and recomprehend the victories of our past, the victories that were sharp the victories that that drew smiles drew blood drew us together in a world were your victories are a glorious ocean wave, glorious like the one behind it the one that will destroy it and erase it from the memory of the world but not for ours not from the crumple in my pocket.
Tonight is a victory, tomorrow is a battle and tomorrow night . . . another victory.
