Skinner Box 2

by practicalspactical

Just spent half an hour — how should I put this — playing a electronic game on my computer that involves pushing little colored circles around. When I get it right it makes a sound. I get points. It is not fun, but it is — something. I — where does time go — I wait until I’m exhausted to extrude words — can barely think straight — personality drips away — my father harvesting tomatoes — all I see are reasons and explanations — frowns — bittersweet — should have died of alcohol — sad oceans — our minds our jelly — clouds — easily disturbed — airplanes flying through them — this is not unhappiness, right here, this is exhaustion — but need to write every day — up until 3 AM last night — waited until the last minute — got it done — bunted — Darryl Strawberry — thirsty — hot chocolate today — 3 mile walk — my room is on fire — inferno — winter — heating — farm fresh eggs this morning, and bacon — walked outside — had trouble seeing for the thoughts running through my head — what are words — thoughts dressed up — shimmied up — chipped away — Michael Angelo staring at the stone seeing David — Throw — throwaway — off-hand — tip — flaneur — walking stick — gangsters in the garment district with I Love New York Bags — the Bright Lights of Times Square — Madison Square Garden — Penn Station at rush hour — dancing through the crowd — no concern for them, no concern for me — subway — blond hair girl — hot chocolate — television — Harvey Keitel’s naked body — jokes — Wednesday — hump day — looked for work this morning — typed at one — typed at another — em dash salad — Dash — Crash — Boom — Pow — Large Dinosaur — where is my mind — six strings — tonight, I’ll be staying here with you