catbag

morning rituals severely disturbed. i cant handle that kind of chaos. my god man just let me have my steaming beverage with words. allow this thing that's been going on for a quarter of my life span to continue without interruption. inside that beastly bastard waits. inside there's a world of green circles and kart wheeling politicians. inside you can call yourself an angel and get away with murder. but when the gateway morphs into a monkey wrench well, the cat just fucks the bag.

 

Chaos in my morning rituals always throws off my day. I often grab a bowl of chronic, BLAST some happy hardcore, and I mean 55Db action. I let everyone within earshot know I woke up wrong and am working on getting it back on track.

 

I think your even more of a nerd than I am.