huffing gasoline soaked rags
work 6 - 6... 6?
regrettably real
"ok, i didn't vote for obama but i think saying he is the antichrist is going a bit far"
"a bit"... wow... just, wow...
follow that link home to see the breadth of that particular group...
i feel like im taking crazy pills at times... i see people running around willy-nilly with the aforementioned gasoline soaked rags sniffing up mind murdering fumes like theres no tomorrow... indistinguishable lost + idol conversations... instead of bacon + plotinus i see brown + rowling... folks extolling willfully ignorant compliance as an american value...
every so often i am able to censure my loving tongue but its impossible to still for long... then i rise unbidden to knock deadly rags away from ever slackening faces... youre huffing gas! youre murdering your brain! stop!
the situation is evident and my call to aid primal... but even so, my tersely helpful actions are resisted and resented...
maybe a more dour attitude would assist... this falstaffian joie de vivre might be what wrankles? naw, probably my choice of tie... thats it! i need new ties... easy peasy...
playdo catacombs abound...
i suppose part of it could be a greedy need to have other, aware people surrounding me... it terrifies me to think of omega man status without the free run of a city to offset the horror...
this whole damn plane of existence has trended too far toward the convenience side of things...
a lebanese man once told me i was allergic to convenience...
straightening bad pictures in strange hotel rooms since 79...
for what its worth
regrettably real
"ok, i didn't vote for obama but i think saying he is the antichrist is going a bit far"
"a bit"... wow... just, wow...
follow that link home to see the breadth of that particular group...
i feel like im taking crazy pills at times... i see people running around willy-nilly with the aforementioned gasoline soaked rags sniffing up mind murdering fumes like theres no tomorrow... indistinguishable lost + idol conversations... instead of bacon + plotinus i see brown + rowling... folks extolling willfully ignorant compliance as an american value...
every so often i am able to censure my loving tongue but its impossible to still for long... then i rise unbidden to knock deadly rags away from ever slackening faces... youre huffing gas! youre murdering your brain! stop!
the situation is evident and my call to aid primal... but even so, my tersely helpful actions are resisted and resented...
maybe a more dour attitude would assist... this falstaffian joie de vivre might be what wrankles? naw, probably my choice of tie... thats it! i need new ties... easy peasy...
playdo catacombs abound...
i suppose part of it could be a greedy need to have other, aware people surrounding me... it terrifies me to think of omega man status without the free run of a city to offset the horror...
this whole damn plane of existence has trended too far toward the convenience side of things...
a lebanese man once told me i was allergic to convenience...
straightening bad pictures in strange hotel rooms since 79...
for what its worth