Wahh wahh wahh.
Item 1.) I want to take a road trip that ends when I die. I want to always be in the process of going and never, ever returning. My outlook will splice the child-like awe of always being exposed to something new with the buddhist-like detachment of one who knows he is in a constant state of departure; he can gently drop stale emotions and experiences like logs into a passing stream because he feels no panic at the loss of the past. I will hold nothing in particular sacred, allowing the most mundane and everyday objects of my attention to be bathed in a new light and seen in a new way. The filters will come off.
Or maybe I'll just wither away in this shithole. I'd make quite a good real estate agent.
Item 2.) In other news, I'm going to North Carolina for a few days before school starts. The road will feel good, as will the airplane. Flying alone on an airplane always gives me a really positive rush. And I'm happy for Dave that he's making a move.
Item 3.) The Pink does not know how to pour a Guinness.
Item 4.) Oh, and school is a trap.
Item 5.) And I hate the government.
Item 5b.) And all other governments.
Item 6.) And bombs. Fuck bombs. I'd punch all bombs in the face.
Ok, I'm done.
Or maybe I'll just wither away in this shithole. I'd make quite a good real estate agent.
Item 2.) In other news, I'm going to North Carolina for a few days before school starts. The road will feel good, as will the airplane. Flying alone on an airplane always gives me a really positive rush. And I'm happy for Dave that he's making a move.
Item 3.) The Pink does not know how to pour a Guinness.
Item 4.) Oh, and school is a trap.
Item 5.) And I hate the government.
Item 5b.) And all other governments.
Item 6.) And bombs. Fuck bombs. I'd punch all bombs in the face.
Ok, I'm done.