Man i went downstairs to smoke a morning cig with my morning coffee. Its my usual routine New York breakfast.
Anyhow the whole of my area is covered in smoke, and the place stinks like a mountain of burning tires.

Like the fumes were fucking filthy!! Industrial plastics and chemical smells.
I find out a little later that a perfume factory actually blew up on Silverwater Road.
Now my question...
When a perfume factory blows up, why the hell doesn't it smell like roses and daisies and unicorns?? Pleasant smells. I mean, it makes sense right?? RIGHT??!!

So last night i dreamt i was a serial killer. Was quite wicked actually. The thrill of killing. Was an interesting perspective. I suppose i will never actually kill a person. Im not much violent at all in real life. In my time on this Earth i havent even punched another human with serious intent to hurt them. Im just a little pussy tat hey?

Anyhow, i bought the movie Delicatessen on the recommendation of a friend. Was cheap as nails.
Havent watched it yet but damn it looks a little bit twisted. Cant wait.

Peace to all.