piracy

i truly dont know what to do with people.

its so absurd that i have everything figured out, like really, except how to not be a complete mess of a person.

but that's natural.

it's absurd that the whole world would be better off if i could make them want to be like me, if i could become a celebrity.

but i dont know what...
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i just dont even know what to do with you people.

mad skillz, whats the deal.


get home at 845, lost from downtown, the tenderloin, i don't even know where i went...

the tenderloin causes me anxiety, claustrophobia - it's like europe with more hostility. semi spiral stairs and wire elevators, crevasse-like roads. arroyo washouts. unpredictable speed + speedheads.

drugs in tiny bags. try to hang out in a place where, from the bathroom, there is...
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fuck relative truth.

fuck my point of view, and double fuck yours.

i am the arbiter of right and wrong.

fucking lamebrain self-crippling lefties who are offended by the idea of being offensive - well i'm offended that they're offended.

i have every right to hostility, to opnions, and to voicing them at volume. i never let anyone doubt it.


fuck people who think that...
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*piracy searches for something worth saying*


*piracy goes to find something to eat*

i've been filling my brain with stephen king of late, as i mentioned once, in preparation for his last book, the dark tower.

this was a more appropriate tactic than i had actually expected. even his book "on writing," (which is on writing, oddly enough) has added greatly to my enjoymennt and understanding of the seventh book in his epic, if only for his detailed...
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no comment no comment no comment.

i haven't got time for nobody to care.

like i can sit around waiting for someone to comment, before moving on.

the trick to most things is attention - it's certainly the key to children.

i think that amperes are actually attention in my previous ontological/aquatic/electric metaphor, it's amps that are the force and speed of the river, that's what really kills, volts are the diameter of the conduit,

no, wait, volts are...
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things which hold you together.


i've been tearing myself into little pieces, trying to see from altered perspectives- i've no memory left, no constancy, no thread to follow

i meditate once every other moon or so, and am only able to stay still enough to see all of my surface thoughts at once, usually at least eight, counting one or two music tracks, a design...
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like anyone cares about the tribulations at the ups distro.

yeah.

nevermind.

incredible as it may seem, i have now reread the entire dark tower series in preparation for reading stephen king's last book.

it's taken me most of the last six months, off and on, getting the books on order from the library, listening to them on tape while at work. i just got the last one.

i think i'll delay the gratification a little more....
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he's learned to smile, and will lie unattended for minutes on end.

i am unable to get a single goddamn thing done. i can't catch up on my homework, because i am a hopeless slacker.

i should cancel my account - to keep me off chat, off the boards, off the groups.

not that i'm going to.

goddamnit.


in other news, we went to see...
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