infinitely scalable

I’ve been staring at a computer screen for so many days and nights I have lost most of the normal socializing emotions that go along with - say, anything. my kitchen is also piled full of dirty dishes and whiskey bottles. and yes, whiskey does help with the coding. more so than I would ever imagine. but I guess that comes with the territory - pacifies the control issue.

getting tangled underfoot in the speaker wires. my stomach is grumbling through that stir fry I made a few nights back but no tupperware makes the contents questionable. airborne mutations in the hard rice. funny how rice goes dry, wet, fluffy (the middle ground perhaps), dry again given enough time.

i've been listening to a lot of dirty three and wishing i owned more tea. i mean, i could always drink tea. especially to violins. and to collect those metalic tea seepers. i love those things. my collection so far is up to: 1. they all kinda look the same, that's the problem. i long for a heart shaped one. a strawberry shaped one. a whole collection of fruit shaped tea seepers.

saturday.

days off.
piecing together linoleum
seizing up a standard
pointing out the loose bolts
how we've woken up to dust
mold on the window ledge
basement filtered light
against the shaky
metal sink

pullups gravitate
a ground down
paper heel
the sliver of a couch cushion
a broken whisk.

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everyone where i work constantly say
"i was just dying laughing"

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i am obsessed with the artwork of Kara Walker.