so i’ve been avoiding adding new sites and new content, waiting for tax season to get past. nothing to do with my taxes, but its the biggest time of the year for certain of my web projects that survived the blowout of november 14, 2010,,and i wanted to be keep an eye on all that without distractions. and of course i am lazy, as happens when things are going well in my world. sleep till noon, masturbate, drink, contemplate greatness that never arises. today i tried to write a fugue, wishing that just once in my life i could successfully write a goddam 3 or 4 part fugue. failure. failure. failure. i tried, though, and got as far the entry of the 3rd voice before concluding that it sounded like a rumpus of cock and balls.
i just told someone the bedbug cunt story. some years ago, before bedbugs were fashionable, i met a woman at a bar who i knew was trouble, just from the way she was sitting there, she was trouble. you sit at enough bars and sooner or later you can tell trouble when you see it, and almost without fail a womansitting alone at a bar is toruble. so she turned to me and started rambling about how she had just been evicted from a shit hole apartment that was infested with bed bugs. bedbugs were not quite all the rage yet, so she explained in some detail what they were and how gross they were. to prove her point she opened up her pants and showed me her twat, her whole loin region was covered with bedbug bites, all the way down to the crucifix, and it was FUCKING NASTY. the bedbug infested loin was so nasty that i could hardly summon shock at the fact she had opened her pants to me. it was like looking at a textbook or medical seminar photo…
