It could be my American laziness doing the quacking but I feel that this whole "wage for labor" scene is kicking my tired bones to the speedy trial. I hate to complain because it's not like I'm out with Petey and Pauly shingling roofs or welding iron, but the whole HOURS AWAY FROM MYSLEF scene is troubling. You are supposed to work for the things you want, but what if you've got what you want. There is something rotten in denmark.
If there is anyone out there reading this and you know of some literature centered around the psychological effects of our capitalist/materialist ways....throw me a fucking bone. You can't look around and not see something terribly wrong. Behaviours, infrastructure, communication. It is too overwhelming to talk about. It's like the last half hour of any disaster movie. SOLUTION! Give up the notion of moving up some business ladder and find some hardcore drugs...wait, that's just what the master wants. An excuse to take away what little freedoms I do enjoy. Whiskey, you foul temptress....shall we say eight o'clock?
That's just a black widow wrapped in silk and perfume. I'm gonna dive headfirst into my CD collection and I aint coming out until they cut the power on this runaway stagecoach. Man, I need to get out more.
soundtrack of the day SONNY SHARROCK "Ask The Ages"
soundtrack of the day SONNY SHARROCK "Ask The Ages"
and 2. are you going to sg cedar point day?
edited to say i remember that cartoon... my cousin and i were always watching the old disney cartoon hour. and old popeye cartoons. remember the one with bluto as sinbad the sailor. and popeye turns the big giant vulture into a cooked turkey??
[Edited on May 20, 2003]