yaw means to alternate course abruptly in ships’ lingo, and by the grace of gods past i have been sent words of glamor to give to you all… the alternating path or way, maybe even Tao as it were, is what i want to inspire with today with a reference towards the idea of the anarchistic change needed to make this place tolerable again… no mass decimation necessary, but ideas of conforming to men and monsters are overrated fiction made to demolish our intrigue for what is going on through the ages of hazes… the political monster is let loose upon the innocent citizens, and i use Zen in the sense of peace as everyone inclined would much rather cast out irrelevant hatred, to take our winds and our profits away… casual conformity promotes the indifferent stance of no …
Doctor Thompson was an American icon of the excessive nature life had lying in the wings of furious conservative blasphemy, and still is to a great extent real as such…His first book catapulted me into his creative essences that became the ‘gonzo’ realm where he originated the slurring of terms with these contrasting ideals of economic repose…The swine grew fat as he criticized their behavior and followed their political intrusions into the social climate of the day…A person such as this genius will never die truly, and few conservative dicks will ever realize this ideal…Grow fat and die, consumer…
There is no love Here, my pets…Digital ice is the landscape I have bent to my will, and no one seems capable of skating alongside me…How regrettable…It seems that I will need to create the method to my madness, with all puns intended…The only weapons that I am left with amidst the bombs dropped by the harangues and hurricanes pushing their ways through our fields…Not my mind making this stuff up, but the part of me that joins the fierce bustle of the rest…Pulling their weight along the stream, trying to get away, and deep into the jungle of fear…Twisted by the chill winds that crack the air and soil in equal marks…My erosion strikes further inside that I would wish upon my worst enemy…I guess everyone needs a nemesis…Though through the carrion is where I heed to stay …
I was working at a movie theater around the Cypress area at the time, and was well on my way to work, taking the tollway that would lead me there in the rush I created for myself by losing track of the traffic that day…A year since the automobile was not borrowed nor a ride given, and I feel like crap every time I think of the fact that I destroyed the only practical mode of transportation that can make life so much easier to take right now…I was arrested shortly after the accident, and taken to a disreputable local jail and losing so many valuable things…Even though I have come to realize that this is what life is about, overcoming obstacles that seem to fall so easily into one’s path, but emotionally it stays a challenge and makes …
2009
There the people were, supposing to work as if that were the truth, arguing and insulting at lengths. Spittle dripped from the open orifice in the master’s head as he slept, feet kicked back upon the desk, and wage slaves busily toiling away like the sweatshop robots they were.
Silence taking up the time to raise hostile tensions among one another. Luckily, they only worked together during their day job at the plant. The brooding supervisor told his young protege, back in the day, that there were still things that he must learn in order to proceed. The women in the plant stared at both of them with equal parts rubberneck and distrust, but with a submissive veneer of pleasantly laughing acceptance. This small production house was littered with remnants from past merchandise and marketing promotions, all the collateral of …
