“The Exploding Man” is when you shit yourself, piss yourself, discharge fluid from your ears, cry, sneeze and throw up. It’s hard to do, and people hate it.
Had another horny dream about the 4th Dimension. All the tesseracts (4D hyper cubes) were on the dance floor, and all the tesseracts were grinding.
Told the pharmacist I had an ear infection, and he said, “Have you been swimming?” Buddy, can we focus on my health?
My dad has a dehumidifier, a backup dehumidifier and he's got his eye on the current dehumidifier market.
Saw the oldest man I’d ever seen struggling to walk, and immediately felt guilty for thinking, “God, put that dog down.”
Mark Carney only masturbates in his mind, meaning that’s where he does ALL of it. Nothing happens to his body. He’s in a suit the whole time, shaking people’s hands and smiling. Even he doesn’t know it’s happening. It’s gross.
There’s a part of life that always remains unseen, invisible even to those who most inexhaustibly search for it. It’s your taint.
I’ve begun working on an important novel called, 𝘋𝘦𝘣’𝘴 𝘚𝘩𝘦𝘥. The story focuses on Deb going to her shed and looking at old tools and other belongings. 800 pages. No plot. No dialogue except for one moment when Deb grunts at a leaf blower.
Fascist pedophiles and authoritarian regimes got you feeling down? Well, don’t give up hope just yet because Canada negotiated with China to lessen tariffs on canola seed! Everything is going to be ok. Picture Mark Carney dancing, soaked in canola oil. Never give up.
Education Update: I heard the following exchange between my students at my college:
“How are finals going?”
“Yo, bro, I’m fucked, bro.”
That’s poetry, Josh.
Teaching update: A student took a semi-concealed call right before my literature class to tell another student who was on the way that there was no pop quiz. It was like Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol.
