about time

i woke up by the neighbor coughing blood in the stairs again. INSTINCT i jump up and out fast as possible and wash it away. i hope that if he is sick to death his last days will be cheerful and full of the drinks he likes. i am drinking the wrong kind of beer i promised myself that if i have to drink beer after dark it has to be a german one and look this one is not.
writing to write, writing to stop constipation, writing to talk to my wife in crime in the mental channel finally again. Do you often think about that you as Lill Apocalypse belongs in Los Angeles? i cannot remember this.
january is a fat and dirty blanket. berlin is full of dogshit, swamps of mud and the excess onions from their døner and 4 times a day we bring it in and sleep on it before we wake and do it all again. many a beer. when will the beer ever see the daylight? LA puts u on a boat of lime sliding down the river of mexican beer so ur good and ready for the night
i met 2 ducks this christmess, the most beautiful ducks bred for eating by man. imagine a stokkand x3 and they love each other and fear everything else. fear of everything else might come with being bred as food. a good instinct when your chest is too heavy for your wings to bear you, your chest is bred so huge for it is meat on a plate and you have no chance of flying away from the slaughter man. anyways these ducks now live with good people and are safe, eating snails every summer and bread every winter. the other night one of them was found lying inside his house full of blood, shaking. a stripe of blood left from his desperate walk to his house. The good people figures he mustve been bitten by a big dog by the footprints. the other one is not to be found but after searching they find her lying under the house frozen by shock and tho she normally would never let anyone touch her she is so in shock that she lets the human carry her up to the house. they are taken to the vet and given penicillin down through the beak every night.
i hate the circle of life. i hate nick and johnny. i love that u made me write this much. i love that a T was stuck inside of me to stop the bleed thats how old i am