On my Toilet

i wrote this tonight while sitting on the toilet seat. it is from my journal.


Sunday April 13, 2008


i am sitting here on the toilet, writing.

poop

i think that being in a different enviornment than normal while writing is good.

my enviornment influences and sometimes sets the tone for my writing.

i feel that if i write in the same spot [my desk] all the time,

that i will produce the same shit over and over again.

i will be like a robot

citing statistics and random facts, that nobody cares about.

and people will get mad and say "that robot is really annoying.

it's just saying the same shit over and over again. let's kill it."

but they don't know how to kill him so they just leave.

they will post a sign that says 'stay away. 

this robot just cites statistics and random facts that nobody cares about.' 

it will be in large, bold, red letters

and will say 'CAUTION'  at the top.

the sign will turn people away

the robot will be left all by himself.

more people will grow agitated and iritated.

but the robot can't stop speaking.

he no longer has control over his actions.

he reluctantly goes on speaking. 

he can only speak statistics and random facts that nobody cares about,

he writes down on a piece of paper. 

it says 'i'm sorry. i can't stop.' 

there is no one there to read it 

because no one will go near him. 

they have now erected a steel chain-link fence 

around him in a 100yd radius.


*I want this book > Book of Disquiet by Fernando Pessoa
i was looking through some past posts of Tao Lin's and in one of them he mentions this book. i want to read it badly.