JOURNAL ENTRIES 1-25

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“The Journal of Wall Grimm” 25: The Girl with the Tongue Ring

November 1, 2012

This girl came into the book store.  She had really really tight pink pants and combat boots.  Her hair was shaved up to her eyebrow level and her hair was straight, long over the shaved bit to the nape of her neck, but part of it was up in a pony tail.  It was blue with blonde streaks.  She had 3 earrings in each ear, a nose ring, lip ring, and an eye brow ring.  She had a little daisy tattoo beside her eye.  She had a tattoo of daisies, looking like they were falling from her neck down her shoulder blade and her arm to her elbow.  I saw the tattoo because she took off her hoodie when she came in.  She had a grey tank underneath and no bra.  Nice.  She was skinny and had nice tits, small, but I like when they’re all nipple.  She wrapped the sweatshirt around her waist which kind of sucked because she had a sweet ass.  But yeah, I sound like a pervert, really she seemed cool anyway.

I kind of watched her a little when she wasn’t obscured by the stacks.  She came up to pay for Nietzsche.  Her eyes were so green and her fingernails had X’s on them from a black Sharpee.  She paid for the book and as she put her sweatshirt back on I said, “Can I ask you a personal question?”

Her lack of response gave me the cue to continue.

“Do you have a tongue ring?”

She half snarled, half smirked and stuck out her tongue.  Yeah, she did.

“I like tongue rings.”

She stared at me then took out her cell.  Without taking her eyes from her phone she said, “What’s your name?”

“Grimm.”

“Grimm.  That’s your name?”

“Yeah.  Grimm.”

“As in the brothers?”

“Yeah kinda.”

“Give me your number Grimm.”

So I did.  Then she called my cell and I took it out.

She said, “See that number?  When you see that number it’s me calling.  So answer it.”

“Yeah no problem.”

One minute after she walked out of the store, she called.  I answered.

She said, “Hey remember me?  I’m just walking by your store and it made me think of you.”

I looked out the front window and she was slowly strolling by.  Damn she’s cute.

“Is that so.”

“Yeah so you wanna hang out?”

“Oh yeah.  I get off at 8.”

“Yeah you will.”

“Nice.”

And that was how I met Matilda.  She was named after the Matilda as in Roald Dahl.  It’s almost 8 and she’s coming back to meet me.  Don’t know where we’re going or what’s going to happen, but yeah, I like surprises.

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“The Journal of Wall Grimm” 24: Captain Grimm

November 1, 2012

Captain Grimm had too much to drink

Captain Grimm is on the brink

Captain Grimm can’t even think

of anything else that rhymes with drink

and he doesn’t know of a shanty song

he’s kind of a pirate but he belongs

more with a caravan traveling long

and far, and not in a car

yeah he’s a little drunk

a fucking little punk

writing a dumb poem in the third person

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“The Journal of Wall Grimm” 23: Samhain

10/31/12

Today is Halloween, but it’s also Samhain, pronounced Sowen or something like that.  I can never accurately spell pronunciations.  It’s a Wiccan Sabbat.  I do some Wiccan rituals sometimes because I know witches.  It’s not evil like people think and it has nothing to do with the devil.  Actually the devil is a Christian created concept.  Wiccans worshipped Pan, depending upon the tradition, but he was a horned god, goat footed and all the pagans would ask him to bring fertility to their crops so they could eat over the winter.  During the times of the Inquisition, the image of Pan was transformed to an evil image in order to inspire heathens to convert to the Christian faith.  Pagan basically means worshipping many gods so technically you could call Buddhists pagans.  Heathen’s denotative meaning is ‘people of the heath’ or the hills, farmers and herders for the most part.  The connotative meaning is associated with the evil depiction like I talk about above.  There’s more, but that’s enough of a history lesson now.

Samhain is a time to remember the deceased and honor their spirits.  It’s kind of like El Dia De Los Muertos which is the day of the dead, no not the zombie movie, it’s a Mexican holiday.  I think El Dia De Los Muertos is celebrated on November 1st.  Anyway tonight at midnight Morgan and I are going to bring soul cakes to graves of friends and family we know who have died, then we’re going to do a ritual.  Samhain is also like a Wiccan new year.  It’s about death and rebirth so we kind of focus on the ‘out with the old in with the new’ philosophy.  So I have lots of old habits and stuff like that I need to rid of, and lots of new good energies to bring into my life.  We like to write wishes on birch bark then burn it and the wishes usually come true.  Morgan says you can’t peel the bark off the tree unless you want to piss off the Lady of the Forest.  So we pick it up off the ground, stuff that naturally fell off.

I didn’t work yesterday because we lost power because of Hurricane Sandy.  So that’s when Morgan and I made our soul cakes and planned our ritual.  Our ritual is going to focus on Kathy.  So after the visit to the cemetery and the ritual, we’re going to a costume party.  I’m dressing like a pirate, which is an awesome costume that cost me nothing, which is why I chose it.  I was finally able to pay rent and I don’t have to be my landlord’s sidekick anymore, but things are still tight for a little while.

At work we’re passing out candy to trick or treaters.  I remember being a kid and trick or treating.  Things were so simple then.  Sometimes I wish I never had to grow up.  I still struggle with growing up.

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“The Journal of Wall Grimm” 22: Hope Like Fire & the Chat Room

October 28, 2012

Last night I went into this chat room for writers because I’ve been thinking about maybe doing something professional with my writing.  I’m only writing my journal now because I don’t know I guess I’m distracted.  I’ve been kind of avoiding most of my friends because all they do is get high and I’m tired of being high.  It just steals all my ambitions.  Because when you’re high, you’re content with anything, you’re just relaxed and easily entertained.  So it stifles your need for fulfillment.  Fulfillment comes when you live life and experience life, and you participate in it.  You can’t really participate in life when you’re high, you just observe it from a distance.

Anyway, I’m trying to change my life for the better, but my friends keep coming by and bugging me.  I’m trying not to smoke so much pot so they just bring me more cocaine which I am incapable of saying no to.  But yesterday I went in this chat room and I spent the day and night chatting, cuz yeah…that’s what you do there.  I was asking about writing and everybody seemed pretty cool and helpful.  This girl pm’d me so we were talking in private for several hours.  Her name was hopelikefire.  I went in as Grimm so everyone figured I was a fan of the Brothers Grimm and all those old fairy tales and stuff, kind of creepy stories.  Which I guess I am but that’s just a coincidence.  So yeah this girl was pretty cool.  I never went into chat rooms before because I was just always busy hanging out with real people, but this was cool because it was like time alone yet with company.  And I could just get offline anytime I wanted without anyone bugging me.

So hopelikefire is married and 33 years old.  She showed me her pic and she’s pretty cute.  I showed her mine and she said I was cute.  I don’t mind being called cute, I kind of like it actually, so that was cool.  She was being all sweet and I don’t know, maybe she wants to fuck me but we didn’t talk like that since she’s married and everything.  She also has a little girl, so she’s a mom. So I was telling her I wanted to be a writer and she was encouraging and stuff, she made me feel worthwhile which was cool.

What I found interesting was that being in this chat box was kind of liberating in a way.  I felt like I could say anything I wanted.  I wished though I didn’t use my name Grimm though because then I couldn’t really be anonymous.  But I was telling her about how I was trying to get my life together but that it was rough, I didn’t know how to do it.  It’s like I need a freakin’ college degree ‘How to Get a Life’.  She was all, “aww” and everything, I think she was getting maternal on me, which was sweet.  Yeah, she’s sweet.  Too bad she’s married and too bad she’s kind of not real, in a cyber kind of way.  But ok here it is on my list of confessions, damnit, I’m in love with Emma.  And I told this girl that, so she was telling me I should just tell Emma how I feel.  Honestly, I think Emma would laugh at me.  I couldn’t live with that.  That would break me irreparably.  I didn’t tell hopelikefire that much, but it’s the truth.  Hopelikefire says I’m cute and sweet, so yeah, I like her, she’s cool.

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This Grimm posting includes the character hopelikefire as suggested by my friend @justbishop http://www.ashleyheckman.com/

Thanks Ashley!

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“The Journal of Wall Grimm” 21: Ayla, Dave, & Wall Grimm’s Insight

October 25, 2012

I was working, still am, and Ayla came to visit me.  Sharly wasn’t in so Ayla dragged me into the men’s room to give me a blow job.  I really, really, really needed that.  That’s her favorite thing in the world to do, I think.  I’m ok with that.  She also did cocaine with me, and left some with me.  I didn’t want to do cocaine at work, but you know, if it’s offered, it’s hard to say no.  Kind of like blow jobs.

Dave came in with his broken arm and looking messed up.  Messed up on drugs, not because the shit was beat out of him.  Damn these people.  How am I ever supposed to make it in life with these kinds of friends.  Bringing me drugs, bringing the drug world to me, enticing me to do inappropriate things at work and make bad choices.  This is why I am a loser.  Sometimes.  Sometimes I’m ok, when I can make good choices.  I think, though, it’s been a long time since I’ve made a good choice.  Maybe trying to save that possum was a good choice.  I like to do things like that when I can.  Then I realize there’s a purpose for me.  Maybe I can go to veterinary school.  Nah, I’d probably steal all the drugs, especially the kedamine.

Ok, I’ll do something good right now.  I’m going to be insightful and smart, so don’t put the journal down.  Yeah, I’m addressing you, imaginary journal reading person.  If I die before this journal is burned in a camp fire, you need to know I’m worth something, and that there is more to me than all the mistakes I make.  Here it is,

WALL GRIMM’S INSIGHT:

When I was a little kid, I loved the ocean.  My parents would take me to the beach and I wasn’t like the other kids.  I didn’t jump around and splash and beg to go deeper.  Well maybe I did sometimes.  But mostly I liked to stand right at the shoreline and watch the waves, and look way out into the vastness.  The concept that I was not able to see the end to something blew my mind.  I used to try real hard to see something, but there was nothing out there, no end.  I liked to feel the tide hit my ankles, coming and going, and my feet getting more and more buried into the sand.  I loved the smell of the ocean.  And I thought the sound of the waves were like a whole bunch of sounds combined to make one sound, and it surrounded me.  I felt the sound of the waves crashing.  There’s nothing more peaceful than the ocean.  I also liked to sit in the sand, not to build sandcastles, but to run the sand through my fingers.  Sometimes I’d look at individual grains of sand and wondered where they came from, or what they came from.  Were they from Europe?  Somehow did they come from India?  Were they once a part of a shell or maybe a mountain?  Maybe Mount Everest.  I had no idea the science behind it.  I still don’t.  But I knew that the ocean didn’t separate people, like we tend to think, from continent to continent.  Rather, I knew it connected us, all of us.  And I always wondered while I was looking out trying to see the end of the ocean, if there was another child on another beach wondering the same thing, while facing me.

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“The Journal of Wall Grimm” 20: The Job, Charlotte’s Web, Delusions, & a View of Emma

October 23, 2012

I’m at my new job right now.  This is my second day.  The hours suck but they’re also awesome.  I work noon to 8pm Monday through Friday.  I don’t have to work weekends unless someone switches with me, or vice versa.  I get to sleep late, and I get out early enough to enjoy my evenings.  I make $12 per hour.  What sucks about the hours is that it’s like the whole entire day.  I sleep in kind of late so it’s like I get up, go to work, come home, get high, go to sleep.  That’s if I don’t go out.  I’m going out tonight.  It’s cool working in a bookstore though and the manager really likes me.  Her name is Charlotte, and the name of the book store is Charlotte’s web, which is both clever and fucking stupid.  People call her Charly, pronounced with a sh sound so yeah, I guess that’s how I should spell it.  Sharly.

Ok, here’s a quote for you imaginary journal reading people, I wonder if you know where it’s from, “there’s a fine line between clever and stupid.”

Anyway, I’ve learned that Sharly is 49 and was never married but now she’s living with her 35 year old girlfriend.  Nice.  She’s pretty hot for a 49 year old, she behaves and looks like a 30 year old, and yeah, I’d fuck her.  And her girlfriend.  At the same time.

So there’s that, and I’m actually working right now, drinking tons of coffee because I’m kind of needing some coke, (cocaine that is, not the “tasty beverage” –another quote).  Fucking clean from 12-8 every day…my hands shake, and I’m kind of sick and irritable, but I contain it.  But I think I might kick someone’s ass tonight just to get this mania out of my system.  Some customers just came in, so I’m going to attend to them, since I am the Cash Register Attendant.  But three quick things:

1.  The Shadowy Guy seems to have taken up shop by the urinals.

2.  Now I’m seeing Kathy, not only in my dreams, but in my waking life.  But only here at the bookstore.  She’s usually just sitting in the arm chair reading a book.  Weird how this place has, in two days time, become free range for my delusions.

3.  Emma stopped by a little while ago for my supper break.  She behaved like she had no idea I left feeling offended the other night.  Her shirt was unbuttoned right at her tits so…well I told her, but only when she was leaving.  During her visit, I enjoyed the view when she wasn’t noticing.  She left and I went in the bathroom to jerk off, that’s when I encountered the Shadowy Guy.  At first it freaked me out.  Then I was like, “a little privacy, man, come on”  And that made him go away.

But yeah ok gotta go to the customers.  I feel so official.

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“The Journal of Wall Grimm” 19: Dean Martin & Dinner at Emma’s

October 21, 2012

Dinner at Emma’s, well, what can I say except that I have become a fool with my new expectations.  Or I have always been a fool and my expectations have become more foolish.  Emma made me lasagna, because she knows I love lasagna.  I love my Italian fare mmmmmmmm…

So yeah, dinner was nice and she even played some Dean Martin, lit some candles, and we had chianti.  Basically the evening was set up for romance.  She was romancing her Sicilian friend, or so I thought.  We have never had any awkward moments in our friendship, apart from when we were kissing that one time recently.  She slapped me and left, but then she blew it off the next time I talked to her like nothing happened and like I was nuts for thinking she was pissed off at me.  No awkward moments even after she ‘liked’ that candid photo on FB that my neighbors were so kind as to post of my package posing nicely tucked within (but nearly bursting out of) my bikini briefs.

Then there was dinner.  She set up my ideal evening.  She even got a red and white checkered tablecloth.  A plastic one because she knows that reminds me of my Nana, God rest her soul.  To top it all off, Emma made a rum cake using my Nana’s recipe that my mother gave her a copy of.  That’s enough to make any real man horny.  Especially any real Sicilian man.

When we’re done eating, meal’s done, rum cake’s done, we sip on cordials of Sambuca, then I stand and grab her hand, swinging her around to dance to old Dino.  I don’t know what it is, but when I do stuff like this that is normally attributed to the pleasantries of older folks, it makes me feel kinda cool and sophisticated.  Makes me feel good about myself that I can appreciate fine things like this at a young age.

So we’re dancing to Dino, I’m holding her close and singing in Italian to her and she’s laughing.  Then “You’re the Right One” began to play.  At first I was still just singing to her,

You’re the right one Yes, the right one I have never been so sure Of anyone before

You’re the first time And the last time You’re the one time There’ll be no more

You’re the star that always seems so far But darling here you are For all the world to see So if you love me Say you love me For I know you’re the right one for me

You’re the star that always seems so far But darling here you are

And right about here I looked into her eyes and then it became awkward.

For all the world to see So if you love me Say you love me

Right about here, I got hard.

For I know you’re the right one

Here we stopped dancing and it got serious.

For me

This is when she laughed, playfully pushed me away, and said, “Grimm, silly guy.”

Then I excused myself to the bathroom to collect myself.  Then I left because I wasn’t able to collect myself enough.  So yeah, it was obvious to her that I was somehow offended, I’m sure of it.  But whatever.  I’ve been hiding from everybody just drinking alone like a proper drunk should do.  Tomorrow I start my new job, so that should be cool, hopefully I won’t fuck it up.  Maybe Emma just thinks I’m a loser.  It’s becoming clear to me that she’s actually too good for me.  Maybe I should change things before she figures that out too, if she hasn’t already.  She always says I’m like her brother.  But I’m not her brother.  How the fuck can I be more than that to her?  I need to change that, and this job is a good step.

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“The Journal of Wall Grimm” 18: Imaginary Journal People & The Job Interview

October 19, 2012

Good fucking morning to you imaginary people who are reading my secret journal!!!  Yeah well I went to my job interview yesterday at the book store and I got the job, which is amazing.  I went in and it’s a new local book store, not a monolith (maybe I got hired because I use words like monolith).  So it had couches and arm chairs and coffee tables, and go figure they had free coffee.  They had new books and used books.  So yeah it’s a pretty cool place.  The manager is a woman, maybe in her fifties and I think maybe she wanted to fuck me which is why she hired me.  This is kind of how the interview went:

“So I see you haven’t worked in about 6 months, can you explain that gap in your employment history?”

“Well part of that time I was traveling and the rest of the time I was looking for a job.  I interviewed for a couple, but…I wasn’t hired…obviously.” Laughed I, in a state of unease.

“Your last job was at St. Anthony’s Cemetery?”

“Yeah–yes.”

“What were your responsibilities there?”

“Well mostly maintenance, like mowing the lawn, grass, making sure there were no dead plants and flowers, or things didn’t blow around, just kind of upkeep of the graves and the landscape of the cemetery.”

“Why did your employment there end?”

“Well there wasn’t much work over the winter and then working in a cemetery started to get a little melancholy.”  I thought that was a good opportunity to be multisyllabic.

She laughed, “I can imagine.”

She had a pretty smile and a nice laugh, so I chuckled.

She winked at me and changed the subject to nothing remotely to do with professionalism or responsibilities or character traits that would make me succeed as a privately managed, brand new, eventually to go out of business bookstore cash register attendant.  (I made that word up because it’s a cool title.  Clerk seems so meagre and cashier is feminine).  Cash Register Attendant!  Yeah!

She asked me about my travel to the South West and my visit to the Grand Canyon.  I will have to tell you imaginary journal spies about it sometime.  Anyway, I got the job and now Emma will be cooking me dinner tonight.  Nice.  It’s not going to be easier now, though.  Keeping the job will be the hard part.

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“The Journal of Wall Grimm” 17: Crypticisms, Stupidity, & Superiority

10/16/12

Early morning again.  I can’t sleep and I have been feeling dizzy again on and off lately.  I am sometimes sick, sometimes physically, sometimes ill-brained.  I often despise myself without mercy, but nobody knows this.  It’s got nothing to do with me really, just what I’ve been doing.  Some people don’t recognize their pain as suffering, only endurance.  They have needs based on sincerity and desperation.  My life is searching and adapting, also survival, but whatever.  I wonder why I live, other people make the choice to fight to live.

We were dreaming when we began this life.  Nothing was going to hold us back.  Nothing was going to tie us down.  Our arrival was distinct and our yesterdays foretold.  Then there was the phone call and I wanted to die.  I didn’t ask you.  Neither did you volunteer the truth.

October 16, 2012

Later the same day, after a nap, I wonder what the fuck was I talking about this morning??!!!??!!  Damn.  I guess I was maybe a little high.  And cryptic.  Cryptic and high.  Cryptic with a capital C.  I have a job interview tomorrow to work at a local book store.  That would be cool.  Bruises from my bar fight are still fading.  If I get the job, Emma said she’s going to cook me dinner on Friday.  So we’ll see how that goes…yeah.

Dave got his arm broken indirectly through Tony.  I had no idea he was in trouble, we thought he was cleared up at least for a time.  Dave’s even more stupid than I am so that makes me feel slightly superior.  It’s good to feel superior sometimes.   Makes even my stupid decisions appear to have been made at least with the remotest level of intelligence.  The moral of the story, if you want to appear smart, hang out with stupid people.  Wait…I’m not sure that’s true.  Take it with a grain of salt.

WALL GRIMM’S MORAL:

If you want to be superior, make better decisions.  At least better ones than stupid people.

WALL GRIMM’S PHILOSOPHICAL QUESTION:

Are stupid people clever enough to hang out with intelligent people in order to appear smarter?  Or are they too dumb to know the difference?

OTHER QUESTIONS:

Is it wrong to think of people as stupid when you yourself are stupid?  Is stupid a reality or a state of mind?  Do you need to be intelligent in order to wonder whether or not you are stupid?

FINAL STATEMENT:

Wall Grimm is neither prejudiced about stupid people, nor is entirely convinced they exist.  People just have varying levels of intelligence, measured by a number of factors including knowledge, memory, recall, abstract and concrete thought, and common sense.  There are no stupid people only stupid choices.

WALL GRIMM’S PRETEND PHILOSOPHER:

Dumbasscartes says, “I have stupid thoughts, therefore stupid am I.”

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“The Journal of Wall Grimm” 16: Masturbating, The Robbers, The Freak, & Facebook

October 14, 2012

I was in my apartment in my underwear and jerking off.  I was sitting there on my couch, fucking myself real nice and then I blew a huge load.  Then I farted.  Now, that’s something that often needs to happen during or after sex, as anyone knows, but you usually hold it in, if for no other reason, to be polite or at least a little classy.  But I was alone and I was already impressed with myself so I felt free to let one go.  I heard a kind of laugh, it seemed.  I looked up and saw two guys in my bedroom doorway looking at me with smirks on their faces.  Once they were caught they took off.

The bastards were breaking into my apartment to rob me, and caught me jerking off, and stopped to watch.  That’s just…weird.  So they jumped out of my bedroom window, I’m on the second floor.  I decided to go after them for two reasons.  1.  I wanted to make sure they didn’t actually take anything.  2.  I’m stupid.

I leaped out of my bedroom window and as I’m chasing them down the street a car screeches to a halt as I run in front of it, but it doesn’t stop in time to not hit me.  I kind of lose my balance and fall over the hood onto the street.  The impact of the car didn’t injure me in any way, but I scraped up my elbow pretty bad.  So I was sitting there and the woman gets out and is freaking out and sees the blood, apologizing profusely.  She wants to call 911 but I’m like forget about it.  Then she sees cum on my shoulder (I said I shot a huge load and I wasn’t kidding) and says “omg what’s this?”  I said, “cum.”  Then she gasped and hopped back in her car and drove away.

The only other witness was this guy in the car behind her who stayed in his car the entire time, but pulls up beside me once she takes off.  He gets out, helps me to stand, looks at my elbow and says, “you should go to the hospital, let me take you.”

I was like no thank you and I started to walk away.  Then he opens the back seat door and tells me to get in and lie down he’ll take me to the hospital.  I said again, “no thanks.”  Then he grabs me and tries to pull and shove me into the back seat, grabbing my ass in the process.  So I struggle briefly, because the man’s an idiot if he thought for a second he could take me on, and then I punch him real hard in the face and take off to the back of my apartment, since I don’t have my keys because I’m in my underwear, bikini briefs no less, so I have to climb back into my second floor bedroom window.

As I’m climbing up, the couple in the apartment below me take a pic of a perfect crotch shot, centered and framed even, by the window.  Then they post it on FB and tag me.  It isn’t long after the whole incident, and I’ve cleaned up, just the blood, the cum was already dry, that there were already tons of likes and comments about the picture.

Even Emma ‘liked’ my crotch and said ‘Nice!’  So that makes having two guys break in to rob me, spy on me jerking off and farting, twisting my ankle as I hopped out of my window, getting hit by a car, busting my elbow, getting groped and almost abducted, bruising up my fist with that freak’s face, and being exposed to my downstairs’ neighbors’ over 3000 friends on FB all worth it.  But I’m going to ignore Emma’s ‘lol’

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