80 too much
residing here at 1230 on sunday. hot as hell outside. 80 degrees hot. these past new nights i have been searching to find something to do. spend some time/ meet some people who are not zombies. another mission failed. been stuck with the conclusion that: EVERY DAY IS LIKE SUNDAY./// doo doo doo. WHAT THE FUCK. hearing a suburban/ conservative opinion on what should be done with the " liberals" from san fransisco. haha and i want to move to berkeley. steming from an abortion topic that is being discussed as i hear. " everyone moves up there and conjegates to help preserve vile and disruptive views" i say buzz off and look where i am. this piss lame worhtless hole of a simi valley that all of us should love. love to be fed the ignorance and torturous ways of our corrupt police force, our inhumane government, and out biased economic laws set to create a higher seperation between the people who " have" and the people who " have not". this brewing with thoughts of all the two sided faces. relating to less than a handful and no hope insight for meeting new people. soon they shall know. i complain about not relating to members of the human race and know that it gets to me. i relax back in the dark where my thoughts wont be heard and u fuckn put me here. i rise to awaken from this haunting memory that your the cause of the madness and my sanity./
i wAnt to fuckn jam.
i wAnt to fuckn jam.