God is from Belgium

I listened to Plastic Bertrand’s “Ca Plane Pour Moi” on repeat while drawing this. It just might be the perfect song. Not much surprises me, but I’m still surprised I lived my long and absurd life for 35 years without ever hearing this perfect song. What if I’d died 10 months ago, never having heard this, forever thinking Elton Mortello wrote the original (“He gave me head…”)? Imagine, slipping into nothingness never having heard this ridiculous 80’s Belgian pop/punk masterpiece. Playing it on constant repeat is no longer enough, I am now listening to it unsynchronized on both my headphones and my stereo. Oh god it’s beautiful. Oh god, have I just discovered God? Oh God, you’re more beautiful than I ever imagined.

Constant Nagging

Hey G. If I only had the balls to remove my balls, I’d be free from all this nonsense and be able to get down to business. I do, sometimes, also worry, though, that by removing the incessant distraction I’ll also remove the drive that provokes me to do anything of consequence. Man, I hate being half animal, half god. Dogs and deities have no idea how good they have it. I masturbated this morning to get rid of that constant nagging. By this evening I was back at it again.