"The Ghost of Genova Heights" - The Stars

(Written at 1:06 PM, on November 11, 2007)

Crimson eyes
Cloudy recall
Perfectly clear evening
It’s noon thirty
Enough alcohol in my body to sterilize the surgical tools of a hospital
What the fuck am I to do?
Throw up?
Done that
In the bathtub
While I was taking a bath

Room service?
Mozzarella and tomato panini on its way
What else?
I took those silly looking herbal pills in the convenience store downstairs.
I hope they aren’t penis enlargement pills
(or do I)

I should eat some bread to soak up all this liquor.
Screw that
I’m eating a towel.

I’m so refined and cultured.
I think Vegas is a very tacky city.
A false reality, no doubt.

Know what’s lame about advertising?
Phrases like, “putting out a fire” (thanks for that one Andrew)
Seriously, is that what I’m doing?
Running up flights of stairs
And like carrying a hose and stuff?
Or like, looking like the BONE Thugs and Harmony music video for, “Tha Crossroads?"

There’s a fire alright.
The title of my blog is
INTERNAL MIND INFERNO

I was going to name it Soul On Ice

But culture doesn’t stand a chance against the 800 lb gorilla of this city.
I love the campaign for Las Vegas. One of the best campaigns ever.
It piles on the pressure for people to leave the city with outrageous stories
Even I succumbed to it.
I’m so unrefined and oblivious.

As of late, wisdom has come to me in the form of coffee shop conversations
Surfboard conversations
Go is one deep motherfucker and one of the best commanders of English dialogue
Ladies, pay attention to him
(Go, that doesn’t mean you can cock block me)
Good thing you have much higher standards than me
I won’t just fuck anything that walks

I’d do a paraplegic
Watch Murderball, satisfaction guaranteed

However, today
Wisdom paid a visit to me.

In the form of a panini sandwich
Served by the name of Jorge
...an 800 lb gorilla

(was that a good ending? Should I have cut it off sooner?)

Since I’m hungover and lacking in tact right now, I’m just going to out on a limb and say this,

I am so grateful that you guys enjoy my writing.

I’m going to take it one step further and drop another gem on you.

Keeping a journal is not for the sake of expressing your innermost thoughts.

It’s for the possibility of someone discovering them.

Now, to my panini.

-- Sonnyred

“Wow, he’s really lost it.”
“At least he just made up for that penis enlargement pill comment”
“He just really took me on that mental journey.”
“Dude, this piece of shit is programming my thoughts”

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