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Pas de drogues, pas d'alcool, pas de soucis.
The freedom of human powered transportation, which I have not until now been able to experience, is so much to deal with at the age of twenty. To my place of employment, to the home of another person, to wherever I must go to do the things I must do in order that I might survive at liberty to the extent allowable considering my age, the country in which I live, how much money I have and the fact that I am on probation. Whatever.
I have made a great deal of compromise in moving to where I now live. The neighborhood is too rich for my blood, my room mates are as American as can be imagined, no matter the diversity among them with regards to their country of origin. Home owner's association, neighbors complaining about my car leaking oil, not being washed and never moving, you smell like music, I can hear your cigarette smoke downstairs, why are you cooking in your own home at two in the morning, awkward hellos to persons I do not know, motivational talk-to-people-to-whom-you-cannot-relate speeches, try positive body language, every one keeps their distance, the women are afraid, I am not at home. But they are polite enough and I am doing it man. The gain exceeds the loss.
Before I leave no matter to where: Cigarettes, lighter, cellphone, wallet, keys, Sharpie. I hope that each day some one new will see and will wonder "Can America survive?" or will consider why any one would preach "Don't talk to police." Perhaps some one might even find themselves motivated to learn the definition of hegemony. And if not, no harm done, I enjoy the rush of it and the hope that it will be seen is enough to keep a sharpie in my pocket.
I am maintaining a healthy weight somehow still despite living on rice and pasta and eggs and tuna and walking and sweating. I might have an ass maybe even and my calves are swole and my core looks good in the right shadows. A lot of my free time is spent stretching muscles and moving my body about in concentrated, repetitive motions.
Theft from work - "grocery shopping" - is becoming more commonplace, theft from stores as if I were dosing alprazolam all day, every day. Ten quid for the lot, we pay fuck all. I am working a bit of overtime and am looking to pick up a second job. One has been promised but I am hesitant to put myself anywhere in the food industry anymore. No hope, no respect, no gain - can't buy one off of what I make in an hour. Money in the bank, a bit in my shoe, some change in my wallet but it doesn't mean a thing until I have enough to do something other than survive with it. Everything I do is too damn free. I could use some social interaction. Fuck hegemony fuck monogamy + fuck monotony.
The freedom of human powered transportation, which I have not until now been able to experience, is so much to deal with at the age of twenty. To my place of employment, to the home of another person, to wherever I must go to do the things I must do in order that I might survive at liberty to the extent allowable considering my age, the country in which I live, how much money I have and the fact that I am on probation. Whatever.
I have made a great deal of compromise in moving to where I now live. The neighborhood is too rich for my blood, my room mates are as American as can be imagined, no matter the diversity among them with regards to their country of origin. Home owner's association, neighbors complaining about my car leaking oil, not being washed and never moving, you smell like music, I can hear your cigarette smoke downstairs, why are you cooking in your own home at two in the morning, awkward hellos to persons I do not know, motivational talk-to-people-to-whom-you-cannot-relate speeches, try positive body language, every one keeps their distance, the women are afraid, I am not at home. But they are polite enough and I am doing it man. The gain exceeds the loss.
Before I leave no matter to where: Cigarettes, lighter, cellphone, wallet, keys, Sharpie. I hope that each day some one new will see and will wonder "Can America survive?" or will consider why any one would preach "Don't talk to police." Perhaps some one might even find themselves motivated to learn the definition of hegemony. And if not, no harm done, I enjoy the rush of it and the hope that it will be seen is enough to keep a sharpie in my pocket.
I am maintaining a healthy weight somehow still despite living on rice and pasta and eggs and tuna and walking and sweating. I might have an ass maybe even and my calves are swole and my core looks good in the right shadows. A lot of my free time is spent stretching muscles and moving my body about in concentrated, repetitive motions.
Theft from work - "grocery shopping" - is becoming more commonplace, theft from stores as if I were dosing alprazolam all day, every day. Ten quid for the lot, we pay fuck all. I am working a bit of overtime and am looking to pick up a second job. One has been promised but I am hesitant to put myself anywhere in the food industry anymore. No hope, no respect, no gain - can't buy one off of what I make in an hour. Money in the bank, a bit in my shoe, some change in my wallet but it doesn't mean a thing until I have enough to do something other than survive with it. Everything I do is too damn free. I could use some social interaction. Fuck hegemony fuck monogamy + fuck monotony.