time to read again. after a bout with netflix that left me in front of my tv on and off for a month i figured i should start reading again and shake off this horrible film that has covered my brain like dried piss on an unwashed toilet bowl. six feet under and bukowski documentaries have polluted my life. not so much the bukowski stuff, but the six feet under makes me feel stupid inside, as does king kong, narnia and all the other crap i tried to sit through. the king kong one was horrible. its hard for me to figure out how you can take a hundred million dollars, a good story and competely fuck it up. on top of the moey and story, they have an unlimited pool of talent to pull from and all they can come up with is two hours of worthless shit. im not just talking about the movie itself, but the effort and time thats put into it. thousands of lives and millions of hours all in vain. you would think theres a point where someone would say "hey you guys....this is looking really fucked up here, maybe we should get a new cinematographer, or a new job, yeah guys, lets quit, were so fucking stupid, i cant turn out shit like this anymore" but no....they keep going. thousands of chances, from the on site locations, to the back lot, to the editing bays, they just keep going. was there anyone who said "i have to get off this sinking fucking ship before i lose every piece of pride i have" no. why not, who are these people. do you really have to make such shit just to get to the hearts of your average american citizen with the 6 second attention span? apparentley yes.

so in turn ive given up on the television and have decided to forgive myself for my month long reading break, and try and ask literature to forgive me. and it has. i read fantes first book 'wait until spring bandini' and was glad i had returned. even though hollywood has managed to get their dirty fucking talons into fantes work as well. at any rate....wait until spring was one of the best books ive read in years. its as good if not better than 'the road to los angeles' and close to ask the dust. i went to acres of books today to find 'dreams from bunker hill' but they didnt have it. so i got some burroughs, that fucker is foul, but good. all kinds of stuff about fucking peruvian boys and hanging them, cumming in brown dust and machetes. its somehow right for gay guys to talk about fucking villagers and killing them. im not sure why it wouldnt work with heteros, but it doesnt. a straight man couldnt right that stuff.

i need to put a picture in here. i really like the one i took of the dead dolphin. dolphins are not the big deal humans make them out to be. there actually quite stupid.









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