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“There are so many hammocks to catch you if you fall,
so many laws to keep you from experience.
All these cities I have been in the last few weeks make me fully understand the cozy,
stifling state in which most people pass through life.
I don't want to pass through life like a smooth plane ride.
All you do is get to breathe and copulate and finally die.
I don't want to go with the smooth skin and the calm brow.
I hope I end up a blithering idiot cursing the sun -
hallucinating, screaming, giving obscene and inane lectures on street corners and public parks.
People will walk by and say, "Look at that drooling idiot. What a basket case."
I will turn and say to them
"It is you who are the basket case. For every moment you hated your job,
cursed your wife and sold yourself to a dream that you didn't even conceive.
For the times your soul screamed yes and you said no. For all of that.
For your self-torture, I see the glowing eyes of the sun! The air talks to me! I am at all times!"
And maybe, the passers by will drop a coin into my cup.”
-Henry Rollins
w.o.r.d.s.
Tuesday, December 13, 4:08 p.m.
I think I'm missing that part of my brain that tells me NOT to actually say what I'm thinking.
There is no filter. I am missing the filter.
My yelling at my English teacher today...slightly proves that.
And it's especially bad because Amanda and Loni both appear to be missing that filter as well.
And when we're all drinking Redbull...good god.
I think we scarred those poor Blades Boys pretty badly (ahaha I still don't know their names. But they're amazing, and they don't mind when I write COCKSUCKER on the window of their moms van)
OH! And Graham needs special mention. Because he's easy to scar too. Like when me and Steph are talking about how massively large my penis is in front if the London Drugs employee (I'm not sure if he was intrigued, turned on, disgusted or all of the above...his facial expression was hard to read.)
Ummm ya! Making gingerbread dough is super fun. I wanted to throw the stuff we made at people and totally take them out. Because it was massive, weighed like 5lbs and was wrapped in clingwrap. It was also awkwardly warm and squishy. So since I could take anyone out with it I just threw it in the air and caught it.
Oh and again, me and Steph have issues with screaming things out car windows.
Yesterday we MENT to scream something at our friend, but accidentally ended up offended some stupid old beast woman.
That's what she GETS of being a smoker.
Ummmm...I think I might have failed my bio test. It was so hard.
Oh well, what can ya do. I put effort into that shit.
Thursday I have my presentation, I'm scared. I don't really want to do it...but I guess after like 3 minutes it'll all be over and done with and no one will remember.
So whaaaatever.
