everything i say is the best compliment i can think of at the time

The title of this blog post should be the title of a poem.
I need to step my titling game up forreal.

Today I roleplayed with my casemanager. Kinky.
But seriously she's pretty cool.
Today I called her Ari insteat of Arianna.
She is the first mental health person I have called by a nicknmae.
Swag.

Tired.
Just downloaded that Das Racist album.
I want to make a rap album.
I want Damiaan Van Der Werf to help me with it.
I need to ask him about that.
Maybe I'll just link him to this.
That would be rude.
I already know exactly what the first single will be.
I know the words and the music.
I will be the next Das Racist.
I went through a phase where instead of calling things bad I called them racist.

Read a real sweet poem by Mike Kitchell just now.
Been vibing off Russ Woods and nEon glittery recently.

GOnna start moving all my stuff in one room of this house into another room in this house.
What i did the everyday?

This Das Racist is dope.

All I want is to be hugging someone while lying down and for the hug to last a long time.

Also other things.
But I don't want to be selfish.

I want to read a lot of books before the end of the year but the list of books keeps getting longer and the list of days keeps getting shorter.

What's a bro gotta do to get in the Pop Serial fold hiuh?

Squeeze my bicep.
It's tiny.
When I was little I would flex my arm and feel the bone and think it was muscle.

I compare everything to everything else.
Everything is part of the same thing anyway.

Fresh sheets on my bed.
I'm gonna have a bath

Fuck
No pictures
Here are some of my old house in Auckland:

I swam

UNCENSORED THOUGHTS:
I have gooten soft.

That iss the official end of the uncensored thoughts section for today but by cleverly placing it at the top of this post everything else is still under the heading UNCENSORED THOUGHTS.

When I put my togs on today they were snugger than they have been in the past. They always used to be too loose. I swam and really felt it in my arms. Allso my hair is longer now than it was last year when I swam. I guess I need to get a simming cap even though I don't like them. I want to make my muscles hard again like they used to be. I want to be a hard man (just kidding guys I just want my muscles to be stronger (then I'll be able to lift people in hugs more easily!)). Gotta do some pushups soon

I also went to my Dad's school and helped a bit. It was different from i expected. I feel good about it though. I helped kids with writing a story. I had to keep stopping them from talking and make them keep writing. I feel like I contributed to society, which is good because I often worry about that. Gonna go back next week.

Fuck what else?

this

I had a nice gchat with ben today. I enjoyed it ben.

Haven't been writing enough. Gotta get onto that tomorrow.

I'm sleepy. Wanna do some emails but I think I'm too sleepy. Was one of the seven dwarves called Sleepy (I alsmost wrote bears instrad of dwarves).

I miss talking to Jim Rowley and Jonny Lily.

This blog post is lame. Need to step my game up. I'm feeling vaguely lonely right now. I think it's cause I'm tired. Crispin is on gchat and I kind of feel like chatting him but I don't have anything to say.

I want to read A Million Bears and During My Nervous Breakdown I Want to Have a Biographer Present again. I wish I had a fucking book but actually I don't want to rush it. All in good time Jackson, all in good time. It used to be that my real name was tom and jackson was a psuedonym. I don't know whcich is which anymore LOL. INDENTITY CRISIS!

I want some chocolate.

I just took a break from writing this and emailed Ghya. She is cool. I wish there were more of here poems out there. I like her ebook. Here it is: http://avnh.blogspot.com/

I also started chatting Crispin. I made a pun of his name. Easy peasy.

Just fiunished listening to a podcast about Alcatraz. My friend Lani went there.

THE END

ps: crispin showed me this and it has inspired me to rap mroe: