There is water flooding my basement.

My bedroom is in the basement.

Welp, this sucks.

The sun has decided to thrust his fat radiant face through the lurid rain and snow clouds the past couple of days. Not only has he decided to do just this, he is also making a very unusual decision of late. He's decided to saturate the north east in nice gold warmth, very similar to a golden-shower with out the brackish piss part. During these conditions, I love nothing more than to ride the almighty land-sled that is my skateboard. But, Ive decide to spend this stretch of good weather a bit differently this time around by accidentally leaving my skateboard in Torrington, Connecticut. IM THE FUCKING MAN.

Holy Bong Loader

This is pretty punk rock.

Dream Pissing

Due to an in-depth and typical conversation i had about dreams with an Asian friend of mine, I have some how started to remember what I dream. I very rarely did this before, and now that do it, Im starting to hate it. Today i decided Id take a nap on this smelly old futon at my mom's work on my break from my own work. Turns out, I fell into a sleep as deep as a goddamn fault at the bottom of the ocean, and then proceeded to have a very real and very annoying dream. In the dream, I was moseying throughout the hallways of my school, with a typical sullen gait and intentions of taking a piss in the bathroom. I get to the bathroom and see one million perfect shiny white porcelain urinals, and another million stalls with there swinging metal doors wide open. One of these million stalls was being used, and of course the Dream-Me has to kick down the door to this particular and rip the person using it out of the way and proceed to taking a relieving and violent draining-of-the-lizard. I wake up during this dream and find out that Ive pissed myself on the couch of my mother's work. Not only have i realized Ive done this, Ive done this in front of a cop that's chatting up my mom. The cop thing isnt really that far off either, because my mother works at Malden City Hall, there are cops in her office all the time. I says to the tuff young copper, "Oh shit, Ive pissed my pants while sleeping" or some bullshit like that. But just after I deliver this embarrassing news to the copper, I wake up... AGAIN. Dream within a mother fucking dream. I hadnt pissed my pants, there was no cop; there was just my mom, Sheila. I was sweating profusely in the hot office, and was late for work... i got up, made a cup of tea to-go, and trudged back to my miserable job, slightly relived. Fuck remembering dreams.

Space and time are flexible, physically.

Let that marinate, one time real quick.