Alcohol is a vicious poison designed to pacify and neutralize the proletariat working class. Deny us access to gabaergics and deny us health insurance, you rotten filthy little animals. Fuck you. Prohibition is like putting out a grease fire with a bottle of shampoo, while paying a bunch of hired thugs to use the same bottle and move onto there next abomination. Took me 6 years of drinking to realize this. There are far superior drugs on the market, you just have to look around. See you through looking glass kids.
This is going on by the way. Can't say I'm opposed.
I'm going to go play in the sun and roll in the grass in the park, reading short stories by kurt vonnegut and ken kesey, drinking water like a madman to replace the oral fixation drinking and smoking cigarettes have caused me. I am now free of both those things. Wellbutrin SR seems to be complimenting my small dose of klonopin significantly.
I'm both happy, productive, and talkative, too talkative some would say. Fuck those some. I have a right to say whatever I goddamn well please.
A woman asked me if two large bags were hers yesterday, waiting in line for a simple haircut a friend was having. She had little broods of failure, which I believe is selfish and wrong, but what can you do.
A simple kind no was my reply, and then a moment later I made a silly little joke about homeland security. "Call them up I said." Unattended bags are dangerous. Don't you realize we're in goddamn war?
Utter flag-sucking nonsense and these nitwits eat it up via 24 hour "news" (balls, I know journalism and that ain't it. Those fuckers should be stripped of their cozy little place in society and thrown to the packs of WORKING POOR like most citizens in this country)like a Chinese buffet gone mad on strong indica strains. She wasn't please with my humor "Call homeland security" I said with a big smile on me face. She looked at me as though I'd told her to wash her cunt out with antifreeze and stick her head in the oven.
Fuck those people. I love and tolerate most everyone and despite my vicious prose that I write, I'm actually undeniably the most kind and courteous person you could run into on the street. I'm broke and 2 steps away from being completely homeless, in title. I've a job now so its different. 6 months I had no such endeavor, yet I saw a woman on the main street here in Lawrence with a sign that said she was homeless. I had 53 cents to my name, dropped it in her can, then talked to her for half an hour. It made me feel good, and I'm sure it made her feel good. Most people don't give a shit about things like that, they're too busy washing their Volvos, watering there stupid grass when theres a goddamn record breaking drought going on, and filling up they're fat pocket books/wallets with evil treacherous garbage. Fuck those people. That's all. See the cat? see the cradle? Ho ho.
This is going on by the way. Can't say I'm opposed.
I'm going to go play in the sun and roll in the grass in the park, reading short stories by kurt vonnegut and ken kesey, drinking water like a madman to replace the oral fixation drinking and smoking cigarettes have caused me. I am now free of both those things. Wellbutrin SR seems to be complimenting my small dose of klonopin significantly.
I'm both happy, productive, and talkative, too talkative some would say. Fuck those some. I have a right to say whatever I goddamn well please.
A woman asked me if two large bags were hers yesterday, waiting in line for a simple haircut a friend was having. She had little broods of failure, which I believe is selfish and wrong, but what can you do.
A simple kind no was my reply, and then a moment later I made a silly little joke about homeland security. "Call them up I said." Unattended bags are dangerous. Don't you realize we're in goddamn war?
Utter flag-sucking nonsense and these nitwits eat it up via 24 hour "news" (balls, I know journalism and that ain't it. Those fuckers should be stripped of their cozy little place in society and thrown to the packs of WORKING POOR like most citizens in this country)like a Chinese buffet gone mad on strong indica strains. She wasn't please with my humor "Call homeland security" I said with a big smile on me face. She looked at me as though I'd told her to wash her cunt out with antifreeze and stick her head in the oven.
Fuck those people. I love and tolerate most everyone and despite my vicious prose that I write, I'm actually undeniably the most kind and courteous person you could run into on the street. I'm broke and 2 steps away from being completely homeless, in title. I've a job now so its different. 6 months I had no such endeavor, yet I saw a woman on the main street here in Lawrence with a sign that said she was homeless. I had 53 cents to my name, dropped it in her can, then talked to her for half an hour. It made me feel good, and I'm sure it made her feel good. Most people don't give a shit about things like that, they're too busy washing their Volvos, watering there stupid grass when theres a goddamn record breaking drought going on, and filling up they're fat pocket books/wallets with evil treacherous garbage. Fuck those people. That's all. See the cat? see the cradle? Ho ho.
