I was mastrubating a lot to the lesbian porn into my greasy hankercheif. I was bombing the pentagon just so they would pay attention to me.
I decided to put on socks and my cleated bike shoes, even though it was so hot today. I wanted to ride smooth and fast it was so refreashing to ride through the slightly cooler night air. However my brakes were squeelling because of the olive oil I put on my bike to clean off the sand and salt from the pacific ocean.
Now I am listening to the beastie boys. Staring at the cracks up there on the ceiling. Cowbell.
I didn't go to the pedal visioning situation because I want more. I'm sick of NGO non profit grant writing exectutive decision making. I want to make a new church of the rusty bike after the great not late ted beuhler.
I want to have power but I don't want the shitty petty kind of pawer. I want more than that and I don't want it all for me. I want to change the world for the better and I may be vain to think that I can but I'm not going to be shy and cowardly and not do it just because of that. I think I might be able to so I'll try again and Fail Better.
I realise that wanting to have sex with someone who is not your wife just after your wedding is not supposed to be a good thing now and then. I thinkpeople have threesomes best when they know each other very well so that people don't get hurt and everybody feels supported.
Sex is about feeling good.
I might get depressed now and then because I can afford to..o . .. ... see red
The American Pile of empire is still rattling and falling loudly after these 4 years. Now they want it all from us. People in the souther n USAUSAUASA! are disconnected from nature due to their obnoxious air conditioning systems. They do not get to respect the sky gods and they are more and more enamoured dependant onto the god damned grid.
I'm going to make a 4D TV so that we can be killed on the rest home.
We never the war wanted to have the scallops eating all the mussel beach tight shorts.
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Why are you reading this over again. I yam gonna sleep thee day away tommorrow and vacuum up more wasps.
Sometimes I feel out of place in my neighbourhood because everybody around me seems to beleive in the sanctity of owning private land. Now with the virtual computer communities we don't have3 to interact with our physical neighbours and soon we will forget how to. Then all of our private conversations will be mediated by microsoft or whomever and Telus Internet which is already censoring their striking workers and limiting my bandwidth because they can going to control our minds totally. Brother the Big guy is not just watching, he is holding the prison phone that we will need just to talk with mother.
The only freedom and resistance we can stage is a play within a play and play at idealistic fantasy sex in the real world out in the street next to the school children to show them that wildness is in our pants and under the closed eyelids and that our voices are there for speaking out loud with.
The new digital age is about to forget you.
Forget it.
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