this journal entry, is not art
is not a fucken poem.
dont read this on this site and perceive it to be a creation in which you gauge its worth.
this is simply documentation.
It is simply a small graph in which i dictate placid thoughts.
random occurances will jump forth occasionally.
-For breakfast, slurpy and dollar pizza.
set up sign and tin can.
empty can often...
this is the best corner..
god im so ashamed.
-for breakfast, make fireplace on beach, coal roast corn, with peaches on the side and whatever other vegetables there are for the picking in the kamloops gardens. Fuck this poverty...god im so sick of peaches.