diary

having trouble writing.

i believe in always writing but at the moment the ways that i am writing are awful.

writing a diary.

want to read andy warhol's diary.

the library doesn't have it.

saw a copy of it at a second hand bookstore for $60.

wtf.

it is 1:18pm and i just got to the library for today

probably will leave in like forty minutes

before i entered the actual library i went upstairs to the public bathroom

i took a shit

i stood up to wipe my ass and looked over the door and saw a dude

he looked back at me

i wiped my ass and looked back up

he looked back at me again

i wiped my ass again and looked back up

he was still looking at me

i wiped my ass and did up my pants and flushed the toilet i walked out of the cubicle and he walked into it

i washed my hands.

today on my way to pick up my meds i walked past a white hearse

it was pulled up on the footpath so i had to walk onto the road to get around it

i walked past an open garage that the owners use as some sort of workshop

the was a coffin on the ground

it looked homemade.

it has been a long time since i got my fav spot at the library

it is underneath the escalators, blocked off so it's kind of secret

you have to get here early to get it though.

once i was sitting in an armchair at the library and i stretched my arms back and hit an old woman.

once i was sitting in an armchair at a bookstore and an employee asked me to leave because i had been reading for too long

"people don't want to buy books that have already been read."

someone just walked past me from behind and i was startled.

i might go to attack the block by myself tonight.

the guy who walked past me is now sitting in front of me kissing a girl