darkflavor

There will be no more beer entries. I think it’s a stupid subject to have a separate category for.
It gets pretty boring working on this computer for hours at end. I sit here and suck on coffee beans, drink a little purified water to wash the grounds down my mucus-coated throat. Eating coffee beans causes a film to coat my throat. I hope I don’t choke on the coat in my throat.
I feel like a horse with this shit in my throat. I guess its time to move away from coffee bean and toward green tea.
Wow, this is a boring night. You think I would be out doing something? Not me, I get filled with anxiety before I meet new people and after being around them, I become exhausted.
So I have these cats, everywhere. You think they would be good company and help facilitate commutative skills, but unfortunately, they don’t help. They just lie around the house as useless piles of fur. So, that puts me back here in front of the computer monitor screen.
The computer monitor screen in blinding me, talking away my vision. Soon, I will be nothing more than a mere helpless, blind old man waiting for a bullet to swallow. I feel my vision slowly seep out of me. It seeps from my eye sockets. The computer has burned holes in my eyes, both of them and now my vision creeps forward toward the glowing iridescence of the black box. Why does this black box rob me of my vision? I cannot answer that, but I do know that it is the sole cause of my calamity. There is no other explanation.
Today I considered switching careers. Perhaps a life of shinning shoes or preparing bodies for burial would be better suited for me. Then it dawned on me: with my increasing loss of vision, how could I see reflecting light over a humble soled shoe? How could I know when a dead face who’s soul is long lost and its rough leather texture be gleaming from applied science of the coronary arts? I am afraid I would not with vision that is naught.