im stuck north of the evolved world for a week (maybe more)@my aunts. her family are devoted christions so i wont be into the sauce for a while. therefore i wont be writing.
peace
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
2:55
omg
i just got back from filthy mcnasty's and what a sceen.
i sweare to god i was the oldest patron in the bar. every, i mean every girl in there was at most twenty, and the only males over twenty in the bar had something to do w/the bar(bouncer bartender, guy w/a stick telling me to leave)what,a bunch of pricks. if i was sober i would write a letter to.....someone.
i guess they were doing there job, but holy shit i wasnt even wearing a hat(anyone who knows me knows i have little, or fine hair)im fucking going bald!!!!!..
dumb fucs
whatever its past three now....last call has come and gonew........i would like to thank all of my producers,,......and the crew....... and anyone else who had a hand in this production, you know who you are(namely!.....me)
i youre stealing credit for this........
thats sad
i just got back from filthy mcnasty's and what a sceen.
i sweare to god i was the oldest patron in the bar. every, i mean every girl in there was at most twenty, and the only males over twenty in the bar had something to do w/the bar(bouncer bartender, guy w/a stick telling me to leave)what,a bunch of pricks. if i was sober i would write a letter to.....someone.
i guess they were doing there job, but holy shit i wasnt even wearing a hat(anyone who knows me knows i have little, or fine hair)im fucking going bald!!!!!..
dumb fucs
whatever its past three now....last call has come and gonew........i would like to thank all of my producers,,......and the crew....... and anyone else who had a hand in this production, you know who you are(namely!.....me)
i youre stealing credit for this........
thats sad
12:30
we were somewhere around barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to takle hold.i rember saying something like"i feel a little light headed maybe you should drive...." and all of asudden
sorry fear and loaTHING JUST CAME ON IFC
maybe thats what im trying to do w/this page. maybe im trying my habnd at gonzo jurnilism. probab(of course it is, what am i thinking, this whole thing is about honesty right?)
if you take a sip of cheep wine..and then sipa beer it tastes like grape soda.
having read an abundance of hi books and seeing at least three full length doc's bout hst i have to say johnny dep pulls of hunter like a seasoned pro...
and that says a lot for the average seasonded pro..
but enough about shit that dosent apply yto me.
peace
sorry fear and loaTHING JUST CAME ON IFC
maybe thats what im trying to do w/this page. maybe im trying my habnd at gonzo jurnilism. probab(of course it is, what am i thinking, this whole thing is about honesty right?)
if you take a sip of cheep wine..and then sipa beer it tastes like grape soda.
having read an abundance of hi books and seeing at least three full length doc's bout hst i have to say johnny dep pulls of hunter like a seasoned pro...
and that says a lot for the average seasonded pro..
but enough about shit that dosent apply yto me.
peace
sooo.. for a few ywars whenever i get involved w/the drink i feel the need to leak from my head(not usually from the mouth) whatever i feel is important at the time. Its usualy innane giberish that runs on, and becomes a jagged shard of the thought that spawned it in the first place. So w/out further adoo ............
friday, late november, 08
10:55
nothin yet...
ive decided to transcribe the events odf an earlier evening in which i fixed an old typwriter and recorded a period of insanity brought on by some good scotch
strong drink isnt enough for me to forget about all of my problems. which aer,by far too many for me to list in any sencable order.
ive been outta town working for a week w/out drink or smokr,(@ my aunts who happens to be a devout christion) but there was lots to do so my mind was busy.i was glad my thoughtws hadent been wandering like they always do.
sitting here now half sauced on good whiskey, with nothing to do but wonder bout all of my choices, good or ill. they were all made in haste with only myself in thought. i now ponder the same question as always, "what if?"
oh well hindsight is 20/20, so i hear...... but enough w/this retrospective bullshit, back to the drink.
" the illusion of safety" and "necessity is the mother of invention" two quotes that will bury us in the not so distant future. every aspect of the medisa scares us into beliving everyone we meet is out to: hurt, steel from, or hate us just because they want to.(which in some cases is the absolute truth)we will be forced(not against our will but subconciously through clever media, political, and relegious tactics) to give up all of our freedoms for some bs plan to unite as a peacefull entity.
strong drink isnt enough for me to forget bout all my/the problems.
back to
fridayu late mnovember, 08
i dont know why i hate the telephone.....i would go to the ends of the earth to not have to pick up the phone and call my closest friends. i dont think its a phonbia(unintentional pun)but rather a distaste for the informality of having a crosscountry(county) conversation.
11:45
right now im sittin on thebottom rungs of the ladder thinking: i can see all that i need fron here.
besides who wants to climb to the top and hang around w/all those pretenchious bastards anyway. all they can talk about is how they can make the ladder higher whyle kepping the lower rungs as slim as posible.
friday, late november, 08
10:55
nothin yet...
ive decided to transcribe the events odf an earlier evening in which i fixed an old typwriter and recorded a period of insanity brought on by some good scotch
strong drink isnt enough for me to forget about all of my problems. which aer,by far too many for me to list in any sencable order.
ive been outta town working for a week w/out drink or smokr,(@ my aunts who happens to be a devout christion) but there was lots to do so my mind was busy.i was glad my thoughtws hadent been wandering like they always do.
sitting here now half sauced on good whiskey, with nothing to do but wonder bout all of my choices, good or ill. they were all made in haste with only myself in thought. i now ponder the same question as always, "what if?"
oh well hindsight is 20/20, so i hear...... but enough w/this retrospective bullshit, back to the drink.
" the illusion of safety" and "necessity is the mother of invention" two quotes that will bury us in the not so distant future. every aspect of the medisa scares us into beliving everyone we meet is out to: hurt, steel from, or hate us just because they want to.(which in some cases is the absolute truth)we will be forced(not against our will but subconciously through clever media, political, and relegious tactics) to give up all of our freedoms for some bs plan to unite as a peacefull entity.
strong drink isnt enough for me to forget bout all my/the problems.
back to
fridayu late mnovember, 08
i dont know why i hate the telephone.....i would go to the ends of the earth to not have to pick up the phone and call my closest friends. i dont think its a phonbia(unintentional pun)but rather a distaste for the informality of having a crosscountry(county) conversation.
11:45
right now im sittin on thebottom rungs of the ladder thinking: i can see all that i need fron here.
besides who wants to climb to the top and hang around w/all those pretenchious bastards anyway. all they can talk about is how they can make the ladder higher whyle kepping the lower rungs as slim as posible.
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