Day 1: Another full moon. This girl at O's apartment was talking about leaving water out to absorb the moon. This morning I woke up at O and O2 and M's apartment, after drinking too much rum-bourbon-cognac-champagne punch (recalling Rump Punch) and then some calvin klein i couldn't walk stand, could only lay down, M's music was so good, Tek Lintowe and I didn't know the rest, but I recorded, voice memos, photographs, videos of the ceiling. This morning I woke up and M made me coffee and then I went back to my place and I had oatmeal. J and I talked about cleanliness around the apartment and what needs to get done and then I didn't immediately take action and he cleaned much of the place by himself. I didn't eat and then I had to leave and I bought two cold spinach puff pastries from the grocery store, along with a matcha cream soda mushroom elixir. bought books, walked back to O/O/M's, drank a budweiser and 2 peronis and a little orange wine, ate some potatoes au grautin, some christmas ham, some baked carrots. went back to the crib and rapped with J, did K, drank water, made a mixtape. now oil pulling before brushing. then I will go to work without enough sleep tomorrow.

I would like to make this real, for this machine to work, for change to happen. Change will happen, that is the constant in my life, I am always in flux, in motion, shifting. I don't think that this should strive to be a literary piece so much as a technology for change. Writing as a means to manipulate reality once again. Hopefully functional, useful, brief.