happy dayz
this is my last smoke. ever. i swear. haha. oh and if it was...my lungs would applaud me and cheer me on, and my brain would torture me until i fell into the cracks of hell. until something cracked anyway, but self control cracks too easy. so itd be either hell or chemical satisfaction. stimulation of ze brain, teh heart and your inner mind. thought provoking cigarette. social boosting cigarette. time killer cigarette.
enoguh enough already. i wish i could play the bass like geezer. yoo budump bump bump.
i could go on about life, and how it started, oh we are all aliens really, and how we dont know where we are heading. how chaos is at our fingertips, and how the buffalo used to roam but we shot too many. and you think by taking small actions, you are changing something, but really, ya got nothin. no power. you are simply a little passer byer-relying on a well paying job for some moolah and a higher life. where the stats are, to afford ze opera and ballet. haha. or cosmopolitans at a classy restaurant. rich or poor still an alchie. a druggie. but which life felt more natural, before the ha ta ta of the riches. can the riches in life really be paper. and plastic. or is the friendship the love the collection of what you like to be and what you'll become. the thoughts you have before the mask stuck to your face, and felt like jelly, and still fuckin does. gap boosts your ego. american eagle makes you have fun. and best of all beer gets you laid. oh and if only that was true id be a true whore. i wonder why style is such an obsession sometimes. sure you can so ya dont care-but it is still your style. clothes are fun though, highlights individuality. i wonder how style and clothin officially came to be. even the indians had style, sorta, and the cavemen and their fur. maybe it is a human instinct, something natural in our reaction to society. or something the aliens gave us as a gift, and this led us to into material of everything, from knick knacks to the kind of desk ya got. oh the materialistic society cant go any deeper into it, else the world maybe enter the palm of my hands. no. thats only if i find all meaning and thats gonna take the rest of my fuckin life. alright. gotta become part of the outside world and catch tha bus. oh ahah doesnt come fer 30min. and i still feel writing. lucky me on this side of the wall. made quite the rucus the other night and got a note on the door saying tkeep it down i think the lady upstairs heard the fighting. ahha. i couldnt help but be curious if she was curious, entertained perhaps. mm these tasty ciggies are just so tasty ive had two since ive started this entry. its horrible really but they help my high and you know who says no to a fuckin extra boost that makes yer eyes twitch and your fingers numb after a good long time. the true darkness could either be pitch black or ozzy. but he really htinks hes cool being the prince of darkness afterall, maybe its cause he introduced such morbid scenes and disgust in the depth of his tone. and the soothing rhythms inside the intruments. damnn.
so the other day now, i went to see the crickets in the feild. and they told me to read my horoscope and follow it. and this was my mission for the next
few months or so. so i did just that. i read my daily horoscope in the Metro, cause its free, every day. and that is just wonderful, and the first day my horoscope read. 'beware for the cauiton signs. wash yours floors and hungrily eat apples.' so, i ate an apple as soon as i got hungry. i had to eat three to satisfy my stomach. I saw no caution sings and my sister washed the floors. The next take at the mall, I saw caution signs for wet floors, and i went to grab the paper. It read 'quit doing something. and do something.' so I pondered on the sidewalk for awhile, smoking. I gave a bearded man some change and walked towards a park. On my way I saw several familar faces, but I did not acknoledge anyone. I continued to walk, as if a ghost, or perhaps a tourist unaware of her surroundings. And I walked the few blocks, then turned left and walked about 10 more. I found the park and sat on a bench under a large tree. The sun hit patches on my thighs, so i traced the circle sunlit peices with a pen. and then i drew pictures in each circle, and lit a smoke. I pondered awhile longer. and let the day pass by me like every other day did and still does. I stopped reading my daily horoscope in the Metro, and instead casually absorbed my weekly one in the Xpress. now thats the end of everything, because my cigs done and the bus will arrive soon.
enoguh enough already. i wish i could play the bass like geezer. yoo budump bump bump.
i could go on about life, and how it started, oh we are all aliens really, and how we dont know where we are heading. how chaos is at our fingertips, and how the buffalo used to roam but we shot too many. and you think by taking small actions, you are changing something, but really, ya got nothin. no power. you are simply a little passer byer-relying on a well paying job for some moolah and a higher life. where the stats are, to afford ze opera and ballet. haha. or cosmopolitans at a classy restaurant. rich or poor still an alchie. a druggie. but which life felt more natural, before the ha ta ta of the riches. can the riches in life really be paper. and plastic. or is the friendship the love the collection of what you like to be and what you'll become. the thoughts you have before the mask stuck to your face, and felt like jelly, and still fuckin does. gap boosts your ego. american eagle makes you have fun. and best of all beer gets you laid. oh and if only that was true id be a true whore. i wonder why style is such an obsession sometimes. sure you can so ya dont care-but it is still your style. clothes are fun though, highlights individuality. i wonder how style and clothin officially came to be. even the indians had style, sorta, and the cavemen and their fur. maybe it is a human instinct, something natural in our reaction to society. or something the aliens gave us as a gift, and this led us to into material of everything, from knick knacks to the kind of desk ya got. oh the materialistic society cant go any deeper into it, else the world maybe enter the palm of my hands. no. thats only if i find all meaning and thats gonna take the rest of my fuckin life. alright. gotta become part of the outside world and catch tha bus. oh ahah doesnt come fer 30min. and i still feel writing. lucky me on this side of the wall. made quite the rucus the other night and got a note on the door saying tkeep it down i think the lady upstairs heard the fighting. ahha. i couldnt help but be curious if she was curious, entertained perhaps. mm these tasty ciggies are just so tasty ive had two since ive started this entry. its horrible really but they help my high and you know who says no to a fuckin extra boost that makes yer eyes twitch and your fingers numb after a good long time. the true darkness could either be pitch black or ozzy. but he really htinks hes cool being the prince of darkness afterall, maybe its cause he introduced such morbid scenes and disgust in the depth of his tone. and the soothing rhythms inside the intruments. damnn.
so the other day now, i went to see the crickets in the feild. and they told me to read my horoscope and follow it. and this was my mission for the next
few months or so. so i did just that. i read my daily horoscope in the Metro, cause its free, every day. and that is just wonderful, and the first day my horoscope read. 'beware for the cauiton signs. wash yours floors and hungrily eat apples.' so, i ate an apple as soon as i got hungry. i had to eat three to satisfy my stomach. I saw no caution sings and my sister washed the floors. The next take at the mall, I saw caution signs for wet floors, and i went to grab the paper. It read 'quit doing something. and do something.' so I pondered on the sidewalk for awhile, smoking. I gave a bearded man some change and walked towards a park. On my way I saw several familar faces, but I did not acknoledge anyone. I continued to walk, as if a ghost, or perhaps a tourist unaware of her surroundings. And I walked the few blocks, then turned left and walked about 10 more. I found the park and sat on a bench under a large tree. The sun hit patches on my thighs, so i traced the circle sunlit peices with a pen. and then i drew pictures in each circle, and lit a smoke. I pondered awhile longer. and let the day pass by me like every other day did and still does. I stopped reading my daily horoscope in the Metro, and instead casually absorbed my weekly one in the Xpress. now thats the end of everything, because my cigs done and the bus will arrive soon.