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Thought I heard someone saying my name on the street today—but I don’t know. Kept walking faster. I grew up outside of Reno, but you never know when someone who you don’t want to talk to will appear from the past. Besides, I’m trying to ease off the pornographies, and to be reminded of where them urges appeared—from naked woman leaflets littering the ground—would incite me to log on to ole’ aol. Which I tried to cancel awhile back because funds were low but some bright salesman talked me out of it because of all the free pornographies I can download.

Things that sound like my name: Kill that tree, hangin with Mr. Cooper, Timothy Cooper, Took her for a loop or…, Super Duper.

what's better than porn?

Now that television is making a strike-induced turn towards shitty and I am swearing off porn I have only a few choices to consume my time. Since hobbies are for the geriatric or active I am somewhat at a loss. Maybe I could rent more DVD’s? Maybe not. While DVD’s cost money, the Internet only costs us time, which is worth almost nothing. I know to some the internet seems only to be a master collection of scat smearin’, potato hidin’, hope killin’, Hollywood hole findin’, river dick dippin’, hobo immasculatin’, horse crouchin’, Bukowski readin’, elbow deepin’, and just good ole fashion video pornography. So now I’m on the lookout for internet only content where participants don’t have to get HIV tested once a week. Any suggestions?

lunch

I packed a yogurt for lunch but forgot about it, again. I ate it on the bus coming home from work. I didn’t have a spoon so I used my fingers while a girl next to me cried.