forgive the spelling post haste
waste not want not. catch my friends being fearfull some times. speaking to me about one bull shit or another and suddenly their voices will crack. just like some hysterical impulse pushing its way north. they always recover but i wander. what is the long term effect of guilt ridden self-inslaveing doubt? i dont know how most think. most really stupid people just kind of muddle at me and nod alot. they seem to be seeking approvel from somewhere. i seem to becaught in the middle of our collective coscieceness. the lower want my approval the higher fearfull i my wreak the whole thing for the good ol boys. we'll some one need to pay me off before i go jesus on tennessee. he'll now they just shoot my kind. the true danger is in going half way like bob marley, kurt cobain, or picaso. then they either give you cancer, give your stripper wife the government horse, or let you live till your ninty. shit my voice cracked.