there he goes again, right now. the idiot guitar god
neighbour is concertizing for us on his bass. he is
definitely not in his little studio. if he wants to
play loud he should keep the sound in his studio.

it must be a terrible thing to be so needy and so
useless and desperate. i feel so sorry for him.
pathetic little man!

today, it was one of those days when i got all caught
up in my predicament with the idiot guitar god neighbour
and his disrespectful defiance of common peace.

but how i did it was to remember every single massage
session that i did for needy glamour people. i did
massage therapy for seventeen years. i have seen so many
naked bums, you would not believe me.

some of those bums were part of the anatomy of the
vertical quadripeds who were born with glamorous
bodies, with the faces and body shapes that people
will pay money for; in television, film, theater,
dance, advertising, art, in sexual commerce of porn,
striptease history, etc. etc. idealized flesh of
the marketplace.

the idiot neighbour has played very loud twice so
far this afternoon. at present he is just lurking
at the point of being loud again. maybe he is
finished now, maybe not. we never know.

i was always just so stunned and amazed to find
out that many of the people who work in glamour
market are very empty and cold inside. they need
constant regard & they are terrified of being
alone with their own thoughts, even just for
the span of an hour.

this idiot neighbour is so empty that he needs
to disrupt the common peace to be noticed, because
otherwise he really does not know where he is, how
he is, as he is. he cannot find himself without
disrupting and disturbing the peace of the common
geography and buildings. then he knows that he is
alive.

today as i did my work chores at the street mission
i relived many, many different massage sessions with
super-needy and lost glamour people. lost in their
heads, just like the idiot guitar god neighbour.

last night the pathetic, lonely, desperate, psychotic neighbour went crazy with loud volume. i think that he was guessing that
the police would not respond to noise complaints during the snowstorm. he does not often play with that kind of volume
unless he is really angry or deranged.

there is only one lane of traffic in front of us. it would not
be very easy for police to park nearby if they were responding
to a noise disturbance. but i think maybe someone did call
police, because he stopped very suddenly. i am not sure what happened. something made him stop suddenly.

the street noise affects us all in very different ways. it
is causing the idiot guitar god to think that he needs to
show us how many special effects pedals he has and how he
can make this building shake. pathetic little shit, he is.

we have come through another week of total chaos on
the street out in front of my shack. the dinosaur-
sized machines have been shut down now for the weekend.

it would be nice if we could have a peaceful quiet
weekend. we have a big snowfall coming down now and
the silence is lovely.

but, my idiot guitar god neighbour has decided that it
is time for more concertizing. he is playing loud right
now at this moment, for the second time today. he started
playing loud earlier, just as the very last sounds of
the big trucks and diggers stopped.

he goes back & forth between bass and guitar. he thinks
that all this acoustic space here in these two buildings
belongs to him. it does not matter what we might chose
to listen to in our own space. he seems to know better.

it must be a very terrible thing to be so needy, so
lonely and so useless, so desperate for attention.
stupid little puke!

pathetic little shit of a man
woke me up again last night
playing guitar like nobody
else matters. needy and
useless little fuckhead.

we had a nice peaceful week here on the block. we have
just one lane of traffic now, and most people have learned
to avoid our street cuz it is so slow. so it is very
unusual to have such quiet on the weekend. very strange.

right now the big dinosaur-sized vehicles are out there
with the big pneumatic banger-digger chisel going through
solid rock. it feels like the vibration is coming from under
our feet, way down deep in the building. reminds me of a
dentist's drill.

last night i got into bed at 11 o'clock ready for some
deep sleep. i had had a nice little one hour nap earlier
in the afternoon.

no sooner had i put my head to the pillow, but the imbecile
moron guitar god neighbour started to play his bass super
loud. he played for about 40 seconds. he is so terrified
that we have forgotten how talented he is. pathetic, needy,
insecure little man. it must be a terrible thing to be
so desperate, so needy, so useless.

the idiot guitar god neighbour has been playing today.
just a few minutes ago he played a long bass riff, but
twice as loud as before. then total silence.

this is a cat-and-mouse tactic that he used to use all
the time. play super, super loud for two minutes, and
then stop completely.

a few days ago one of my upstairs neighbours on the
other side of the building came to knock at my door
and asked if it was me playing bass. they could hear
it all the way over there.

he knows that we are all dealing with the noise of
the street work. so when the workers take a break,
he jumps at the chance to impress the hell out of us
with his virtuosity. pathetic, needy, desperate for
attention.

he knows that some of us here in this building will
call police if he plays too long, so he powers up
the volume extra loud for just a couple minutes.

it must be a terrible thing to be so needy and so
useless and so desperate for attention.

like i said before, we put up with all the
excavation + construction noise all day long.
they finally stopped around 4:30 pm. the street
work is progressing well. they are working hard.

and then the idiot neighbour started to play
his bass immediately. i don't think he likes
to play when the street noise is going on.
that is not his style. he definitely wants
listeners, you know.

he played loud for three hours today, in
three or four episodes. he is so tedious
and so obnoxious. he sounds angry and hostile
again. he was not playing bass inside his
little studio. he was playing to be heard.

stupid little fucker.

my stupid neighbour, the guitar god idiot is playing loud
for us again. he is afraid that we have forgotten about
him. he needs to remind us how important he is.

he has a recording studio in his apartment. he does not
need to play outside of the studio at all. but that is
what he is doing right now.

it must be a terrible thing to be so needy and so useless.
he is so desperate for attention. stupid little man.

so, the noise has stopped for the weekend, again. there
are dinosaur-sized vehicles parked out on the street, big piles
of gravel and sand, barricades and fences up around the big hole
right in front of my shack. i got up close while they were
digging it. at least 16 ft. to haul out the old disintegrating water pipe, and put in new concrete junction put way down there.

the cats are adapting much better than i anticipated. buster still shows signs of being restless and agitated, but we are all doing okay.

the other morning, while watching out the window, alternating
with looking at naked horny people in Newbie Nudes, i decided
to go out and introduce myself to the workers. i let them
know that i was looking at naked older and younger women all
over the dingdong planet; women who want to be desired and
used and glorified and majestified, etc. well, most of them
looked at me like i was nuts.

i said that if they wanted to come have a coffee, share some
catnip with my two cats, they could masturbate for just
a few minutes, you know, if they are bored with street work.
no need to take boots or coats off, you know.

anyway, they just growled at me and laughed. but the biggest,
scruffiest, growliest one, i mean like a big giant of a
man, carrying a heavy piece of pipe, came right over to me,
and looked me right in the eye, and he said, "how come you
are not doing massage any more?"

anyway, we are doing okay. we will survive, with new
infrastructure just humming and bopping along real good.