my friends know christmas is a pagan holiday and rejoice because of that fact and no other. embrace the farce and see how far it gets you. i like her coz she’s dead. and ho, yrrem samtsirhc. the magic word of the day. solsticed.

i think the group needs to do this.

how often do you say ‘we need to save the environment’? how often do you drive your car? when was the last time you smoked something you grew? we can do better.

my mom ran into elizabeth today. she uses the word figuratively.

imagine you were just hanging out with copies of yourself. with different perspectives on life. and different interpretations of the exact same shit. defining things. with your bias from their eyes.

i suppose the holy grail would be if everybody spoke the truth. if their actions reflected their words. honesty and communication. love. you could easily love everybody if you could trust them. it is the sneaky part that makes life so unnecessary. behind closed doors. behind your back. the deceit, no matter how unconscious it may be. that is what irritates me about christmas. the climax of surprise. like ooh. i got you all this shit, you better like it. and buying shit for others. almost all the shit i own, i have gotten this way. i don’t think i really ever buy things for myself. where all my money has gone, my poverty reflects it.

i guess what you want to change in others is what you want to change in yourself. i am you. in short.

i made some changes tonight.

life in the woods and the availability of goods and services with regard

my friend lee went crazy.

imagine it for yourself.

the more you say, the more you limit my imagination

i almost got in a brawl tonight. but instead of folding my hands in namaste, i choked a bitch. it was actually a nigger. wow. can i say that? he told me to. and when i pronounced it properly, he really got a scowl on. and abashed me with his overwhelming alpha male. type a as bart called it. aggressive. i merely said a word. and that threatened this guy. enough to “want to scrap”. i was in complete control until it got physical. he could not stand it. he had to hit me. but when he tried, he was not prepared to go all the way. something was holding him back. he just wanted to beat his chest. and have me stand down. yet i would not succumb. and really at that point, there is no remedy. his ignorance is in control. and his fists are real. but so are my legs.

and he who runs away lives to fuck with society another night.

i don’t trust myself at all, i have assumed things wrong so often. it was a quote near that tonight that struck me as pure wisdom. i am enlightening adam of eve. or so he is referenced in my phone as such.

i barely fit in anymore. i instantly start to metathink. what are my intentions. what are your intentions. and there is awkward silence unless you speak to me on my terms. i am horrible with flow of “so hows the weather”. i broadcast negative energy, which sucks. i realized the other night that it is best to have the intention of making people feel better about themselves. but is hard when they are so stupid. no offense. and if you took some, educate yourself. it is easy.

conjure magic. be in control. believe you can do anything. and then do it until you get challenged to a fight. the persist just a bit more. for good luck. namaste they say. that was my repetative joke of the night, people instead choose to tease me about how i say hello. i think sometimes my robot leaks out. and i drone the machine. just a bit too obviously.

if he had hit me, i bet he would have felt bad. that is the only way i would have won. free burritos.

do you ever realize something is wrong, but then continue to do it?

my life is one large elaborate joke. and if you expect anything else, you may be. i think. therefore.

i dream about the means of production. just stay.

oh. and just so you know, if you are ever asked, time is the elixer. dually noted.

can you just accept and respect my obscurity? darkness. my imploritiveness. disguised compassion. despondent deceit. pervaded passions. and trust.

if i were an esoteric prophet, don’t you think i would get paid more? start a video series. youtubes is the key. exploit the youtubes democracy universal. and bring forth the bread to nourish the world. o ye old english. forty ounces to a subliminal drug overdose. bradley.

my sweet begonia.discovered in santa domingo.

did you know dominos went out of business? five dollar wednesday no more. gritty crust and cheap sauce you later. like the auto industry, they are dead. if we aren’t growing, we don’t need new cars. i intend on finding a homeostasis. and keeping it handy. to prove i am more of a hippie than you.

i love pointing out americanisms. to americans. they don’t like it so much though. not so much. number one importer of potasium. npk baby. grow me a tax exempt existence. i don’t trade in money. keep your minted federal reserve notes away from me. i will not accrue debt as a sense of worth. especially by means of enslavement.

behave. be have. be heaven. not as clever as heart ehart eahrt earht earth. or vice versa conjunctively.

what’s your function.

life is a system. a enclosed system with constant input and variable output in terms of heat and the ability to dissapate it. ie. the sun, and global warming. and we humans are in the middle of that system somewhere. causing polution and fucking like rabbits. and also fishing the seas and killing the elephants in africa. and raping women in the congo. and murdering little children in the name of god. yeah. decreasing oil prices are the least of our problems.

get out of my way, i want a discount on this television.

me first.

me last

me always.

the navy would say, though with respect to safety. especially when it comes to tying knots.

fucking with the ego in real time. the world is not ready for.