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.

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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.