as i listen to the newest deerhunter album, i can't help but to get distracted by the rain pissing out of the sky and the heater constantly battling itself... the war of whether to stay on or off. god, portland. you sort of suck. or maybe i just suck when i'm in you. i can't help but want to cry every time i come here. maybe its because it never stops raining. what is that saying... "idiot do what idiot see" or maybe it was "monkey say what monkey do"... whatever, that's besides the point. the point is, the rain. it rains out of the sky and i rain out of my face.
this feeling of sheer and utter annoyance i have in this everybody-looks-and-acts-and-is-essentially-the-same-city probably has something to do with the fact that i just don't feel comfortable here. which should be reason enough for me to bust my balls and graduate college, but instead, it just makes me drag my feet. something about "misery loves company" because there certainly seems to be a lot of miserable people here. except for that one bum... he is not miserable (ya know, the one that yells obscenities to everyone in the streets. he seems pretty stoked and one night, i saw him at the bar and he was honest enough to tell the bar tender that his drunk ass broke a glass (crack) pipe in the bathroom... that guy is special and he is not included in my general stereotype of porltand people).
i get annoyed that someone broke the arm off of my Elroy figuring. i don't even like football. and i'm not a figuring collector. its just that... that little fucker is mine, and someone broke it.
oh. snap.
i just figured it out. it is raining this hard because this is the end of the world. pretty soon i'll see an arch filled with healthy female and male specimens of every single species of living organisms on this planet float by my window as i start to drown in my old little house. the water has rose up over the curb, over the retaining wall, into the yard. water has filled the basement, drowning the little Foosball players on their sorrowful field of perpetual play. water has filled jean's downstairs apartment. she is pounding on the celling in a final attempt to outrage me. nah.. that's not her style. she has actually just throw a hand written sign out of her window that has now floated up to my living room window on the second floor. it reads,"will you please turn off the water, you are flooding my apartment and wasting water is environmentally unfriendly". now the water has rushed into my house and i had to take my computer to the third story to write this last entry... the last entry a human will ever write, because i'm the last one. Noah decided to take no human with him to the new world. he also took himself. his own life, he took it away. and now i sit here... on my roof. the water has overcome my room and the entire third floor of my house. i have enough battery power to tell no one everything that doesn't matter.
i don't actually have the battery to do much of anything.
i took out the trash, i cried over a melted tea kettle, i drank about 100 ounces of water, i listened to the song "sailing" about 17 times on repeat, i let random strangers pester me over a dating website,
yes, kris. yes.
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