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bettween the beer shits and hangovers ive come to the conclusion that life is really a series of uninspired moments all stacking up to the inevitable conclusion of death. i have to ask myself what is the point of acting at all. i already know the outcome of anything i could possibly conceive of doing at this point. i dont need to know how people are going to react because i already know. i dont need to seek personal or spiritual resolve because ive already found it and it bored me more then, well, typeing this apparently. so really all i have right now is that series of moments befor i die. i guess i should do SOMETHING. maybe something i find INTERESTING. but i havent yet found anything worth investing my time in.
i think maybe id like to fly to Taiwan to buy an Orangutang and teach it to drink with me. but there are too many problems with this. for one no money for airfair. then the logistics problems of transporting an orangutang to the united states. most profoundly the fact that an orangutang (drunk or otherwise) could and probobly would rip my arms out of their sockets if i should happen to upset it in the slightest. you never know with these damn apes. really i should buy something amaller like a spider monkey but those things never stop masturbateing and carry the deadly ebola virus.
so i guess what it comes down to is drinking alone with migueal my wooden skull from the phillipeans and waiting for that stark inevitablity of life to take hold.
oh yea, id love some ergot derivitives, or maybe even Tryptamine. At the very least an Orangutang to drink with...
i think maybe id like to fly to Taiwan to buy an Orangutang and teach it to drink with me. but there are too many problems with this. for one no money for airfair. then the logistics problems of transporting an orangutang to the united states. most profoundly the fact that an orangutang (drunk or otherwise) could and probobly would rip my arms out of their sockets if i should happen to upset it in the slightest. you never know with these damn apes. really i should buy something amaller like a spider monkey but those things never stop masturbateing and carry the deadly ebola virus.
so i guess what it comes down to is drinking alone with migueal my wooden skull from the phillipeans and waiting for that stark inevitablity of life to take hold.
oh yea, id love some ergot derivitives, or maybe even Tryptamine. At the very least an Orangutang to drink with...