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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.
Sunday, October 1, 2:06 p.m.
So I don't really have anything to say, but I figure I should update because I haven't in awhile.
I just finished reading A Handmaids Tale by Margaret Atwood. I highly recommend it, it's good stuff. Fucked up and strange, but good. Kind of reminded me of 1984 a bit...it's creepy to think that something like that is actually possible.
Now that I'm totally used to working nights I've started going to the gym again. It feels good to be doing something active.
Oh and I'd also have to say...never ever try using CIBC's e-mail money transfer business. I've got $500 in limbo right now that my sister can't get to because the transfer is fucked, but I can't get to it either because it has been taken out of my account...so...rent money is floating around. Not good.
What's even better about that is their help line isn't open on weekends...which is lovely. It's a fucking 1-800 number. Why the shit wouldn't it be open.
Bah, anywho...
There's another totally sexual guy at work.
I dunno what they put in the water out here but everyone is like...well over 6'0ft tall. Which is glorious because I'm sick of short guys.
And that's all there is.
Now I have to cook food and then try to sleep more today.
I hate first days back after the weekend.
