i hate to see you get along so well, i'd ten times rather see you in the fires of hell
yo i am currently back in that place called the derelict capital with a bladder full of urine and fingers itching to release some shit into my livejournal.
i've spent the past 8 days in bodymore, murderland (or for you white working class stiffs Balmer, Merlin) and it's kinda been a drunken haze. i spent a lot of time reading, watching educational tv, drinking, socializing, knitting, sewing, and of course cooking. cooking is probably one of my greatest joys. garlic, hot sauce, and peanut butter on a bagel is also really good when i'm lazy. i saw a movie called a grin without a cat and spent time with my friends brendan, sloppy will, his sister sloppy pirate phoebe, jerk ass chris, counterfeit matt, todd, rebecca, and brendan's parents. at one point i attempted to come down to dc to see this super awesome rock and rollin courageous person named mallory but i was discouraged by baltimore transit. i then spent some time in circuit city making multiple phone calls until i found out brendan's mom was coming to get me and transport me on a thirty minute ride out of her way. she saves lives. she is a nurse's assistant i believe but she saved my life too because it would've been cold sleeping outside (-5 windchill). there is lots of snow here in dc and there in bodymore.
some of my best friends in baltimore were named skywise, puck, and tristan. listed in order by their age (youngest to oldest) these are my friend sloppy will's dogs. skywise is super cute but he licks my face and chews on my shoelaces and runs over me if i'm on the floor. tristan is super old (14 years) and is constantly slipping with his back feet and almost falling over. puck is more nutty and steals food out of people's hands.
today my friend mallory gave me a wonderful gift of a button with georgia and a heart right near atlanta. she made it herself (possibly with help from friends, i'm not sure if it was specified). mallory is the reason i came back to dc (the main reason anyway, there were lots of reasons) instead of going south to florida for the rainbow gathering in ocala. rainbow gatherings are mysterious and i've heard varying things about them but i really want to go. the potential for piracy (robbing other camps) is pretty high. there is a ravecamp where they have raves with techno music from 11 pm to 7 am which will keep me from drunken slumber (only temporarily). they bring generators so they can rave hard all night and i intend to steal many things from them while they sleep during the day.
i am back at the hope house where i stayed so long last autumn. some of the topics that have kept me interested include the amazonian rainforest and its indigenous peoples and animals and plants and water, etc., birds in general, police brutality, venezuela, iraqi elections, and i intend to start reading about radical sex (as in radically challenging power dynamics). i plan on knitting some sweet arm covering things (not bracelets, smartass. more like GAUNTLETS!). if anyone wants me to mail them a very poor quality hand-knitted bracelet please leave me your address and i will try to do that.
i have realized that hot and spicy things (really spicy not no damn frank's red hot or texas pete) get me straight fucked up. i read that spicy things have been shown to be addictive because after the pain that you experience that is sweet spiciness your body releases endorphins to kill that pain. yo, shit rules!
my friend hobbes at the hope house likes only two things but he also desperately craves attention. it's sad that it gets so repetetive to pet him and throw his ball around inside a small house but i just can't do those things for more than like 15 minutes. tomorrow i will take him for a walk.
for those of you who have never heard of natty boh (national bohemian) you should research it. it is the baldimore beer of choice.
at this point i think i'm just rambling but everyone check out www.organizedresistance.org and be jealous of what i get to see that you don't. if lectures aren't your thing and you think it sounds boring, fuck you! i know you're actually jealous.
the end. das ist alles.
i've spent the past 8 days in bodymore, murderland (or for you white working class stiffs Balmer, Merlin) and it's kinda been a drunken haze. i spent a lot of time reading, watching educational tv, drinking, socializing, knitting, sewing, and of course cooking. cooking is probably one of my greatest joys. garlic, hot sauce, and peanut butter on a bagel is also really good when i'm lazy. i saw a movie called a grin without a cat and spent time with my friends brendan, sloppy will, his sister sloppy pirate phoebe, jerk ass chris, counterfeit matt, todd, rebecca, and brendan's parents. at one point i attempted to come down to dc to see this super awesome rock and rollin courageous person named mallory but i was discouraged by baltimore transit. i then spent some time in circuit city making multiple phone calls until i found out brendan's mom was coming to get me and transport me on a thirty minute ride out of her way. she saves lives. she is a nurse's assistant i believe but she saved my life too because it would've been cold sleeping outside (-5 windchill). there is lots of snow here in dc and there in bodymore.
some of my best friends in baltimore were named skywise, puck, and tristan. listed in order by their age (youngest to oldest) these are my friend sloppy will's dogs. skywise is super cute but he licks my face and chews on my shoelaces and runs over me if i'm on the floor. tristan is super old (14 years) and is constantly slipping with his back feet and almost falling over. puck is more nutty and steals food out of people's hands.
today my friend mallory gave me a wonderful gift of a button with georgia and a heart right near atlanta. she made it herself (possibly with help from friends, i'm not sure if it was specified). mallory is the reason i came back to dc (the main reason anyway, there were lots of reasons) instead of going south to florida for the rainbow gathering in ocala. rainbow gatherings are mysterious and i've heard varying things about them but i really want to go. the potential for piracy (robbing other camps) is pretty high. there is a ravecamp where they have raves with techno music from 11 pm to 7 am which will keep me from drunken slumber (only temporarily). they bring generators so they can rave hard all night and i intend to steal many things from them while they sleep during the day.
i am back at the hope house where i stayed so long last autumn. some of the topics that have kept me interested include the amazonian rainforest and its indigenous peoples and animals and plants and water, etc., birds in general, police brutality, venezuela, iraqi elections, and i intend to start reading about radical sex (as in radically challenging power dynamics). i plan on knitting some sweet arm covering things (not bracelets, smartass. more like GAUNTLETS!). if anyone wants me to mail them a very poor quality hand-knitted bracelet please leave me your address and i will try to do that.
i have realized that hot and spicy things (really spicy not no damn frank's red hot or texas pete) get me straight fucked up. i read that spicy things have been shown to be addictive because after the pain that you experience that is sweet spiciness your body releases endorphins to kill that pain. yo, shit rules!
my friend hobbes at the hope house likes only two things but he also desperately craves attention. it's sad that it gets so repetetive to pet him and throw his ball around inside a small house but i just can't do those things for more than like 15 minutes. tomorrow i will take him for a walk.
for those of you who have never heard of natty boh (national bohemian) you should research it. it is the baldimore beer of choice.
at this point i think i'm just rambling but everyone check out www.organizedresistance.org and be jealous of what i get to see that you don't. if lectures aren't your thing and you think it sounds boring, fuck you! i know you're actually jealous.
the end. das ist alles.