I stood in the corner where the pigeon died, smoking. Many thoughts flashed through my mind, but I didn't catch any of them, didn't capture them to be imprisoned, to be locked up, and then executed. I chuckled reluctantly at the last moment. The wind was strong, but not cold. On the screen, the psychological game was replaying, getting closer to the moment when someone's asshole would be blown up. So impressive. Taking a shit, pissing, dick 😙.
Now in heaven, they are replaying the moment when this guy's asshole was blown up, in 3D, and then a god comes out to mock him. Ah, I can't stand it anymore, I've been idle for two days. Remember to bring a towel to school tomorrow for a shower. I wonder who this god is going on a date with?
It's so comfortable in the studio, super warm. A studio where you don't feel like working when you're in it. Lazy, moving slowly. Accidentally brought back a wine glass from the century-old gallery, remember to return it on the 17th. The diary seems to be turning into a memo.
Yesterday, I went to Albany to see "Abstract Concrete," it was so joyful. The soundtrack of the psychological game was also amazing! If only they could use such music for animated films, it would be so exciting! A few days ago, Oishi went to Spanners to perform at Rosie's launch party (dizzy), and performing made me feel so happy! At the end, we paid tribute to our favorite game, "Paradise Disco"! The photo is from the lovely audience member, Mabu.
I wrote all of the above, but didn't send it. I slept for two days on the open browser tab. Actually, I've been writing in my diary these days, but they're all too private and strongly worded, so I'll just keep them to myself secretly.
This Friday, there will be a performance by Oishi at the century-old gallery, and the participating musicians have made beautiful posters!