i've decided to write more in this itching journal here. what the fuck, why not. it's apparent no one will come to read these entries so why not spill the soul and puke on heaven's door.
very good thing speed is not a physical addiction, or else i'd be in bad fucking trouble. but i've bent too much of my mind and paranoid nights trying not to wake up the roommates on uppers and motor drugs. i haven't had some good acid or even ecstasy in a very long time.
this country is zombie. turn on your overused t.v. if you haven't already chucked it out of a third story window and killed some OC brat carrying her sick little rat-mutant dog. nothing but country music rednecks, christian babble, and fat old coporate moths gobbling and slurping up the free speech of young people. make a buck. kill not fuck.
the drip has just hit me. what gross chemicals. i ignore it by throwing my attention at the t.v. I don't watch cable anymore. my monitor shows nothing but old movies made by an America that people believed in once. Easy Rider is now showing. what a fantastic piece of cinema. crash across the country...live on your chopper...dennis hopper is your best friend...jack nicholson knows all...let the acid warp your mind and fuck two prostitutes in a graveyard...mardi gras shrouds no truth...it will all end by the stroke of a redneck's 12 gauge. where have the heroes gone?
sleep well.
very good thing speed is not a physical addiction, or else i'd be in bad fucking trouble. but i've bent too much of my mind and paranoid nights trying not to wake up the roommates on uppers and motor drugs. i haven't had some good acid or even ecstasy in a very long time.
this country is zombie. turn on your overused t.v. if you haven't already chucked it out of a third story window and killed some OC brat carrying her sick little rat-mutant dog. nothing but country music rednecks, christian babble, and fat old coporate moths gobbling and slurping up the free speech of young people. make a buck. kill not fuck.
the drip has just hit me. what gross chemicals. i ignore it by throwing my attention at the t.v. I don't watch cable anymore. my monitor shows nothing but old movies made by an America that people believed in once. Easy Rider is now showing. what a fantastic piece of cinema. crash across the country...live on your chopper...dennis hopper is your best friend...jack nicholson knows all...let the acid warp your mind and fuck two prostitutes in a graveyard...mardi gras shrouds no truth...it will all end by the stroke of a redneck's 12 gauge. where have the heroes gone?
sleep well.