6/06/04 EDITED PORTION
I don't want to take advantage of anyone. I don't want to lie. I want everyone to be happy. All of that cold sales shit below is just me reacting to the decline. I feel the misery. I'm crying as I write this. All of this vileness I spit out is just my mind/body's defense mechanism. Most of it is just an exercise to keep me from losing my mind. Maybe the reason I assume that I suffer from mental illness is just the illness around me. I do feel that I am a good person. Someone I know uttered the most ugly and sick words the previous night. Not about me or anyone in particular. Just that really cold American conquering mentality. It shook me to my foundation. I started crying right there and decided that I wasn't a lunatic asshole. And you know what? I don't think that person is bad, either. Just possibly misguided some. It hurts to be alive in these times. I don't feel like I belong anywhere. I'm surrounded by demons who are looking for me to join them. I don't want to take advantage of anyone. I want everyone to be happy. I hope one day everyone understands this before it is too late. There you have it. I'm just a scared little boy hiding from the wolves and crying. At least I got some soul.
June is starting off with bad vibes. Lots of desperation in peoples faces. It's strange for my little black hole. The beginning of each month is typically riddled with dirty faces celebrating the thrills of free money. An X-Box game here. A Petey Pablo CD there. All kindsa folly without a care about what's left for milk n' bread. Not this June though. Maybe the hard times hitting the rest of this sinkhole are finally striking the Glass City. The CHUD party is over. Mexican and Russian conditions are striking the heart of this little industrial clusterfuck. It's a shame. I was digging the free-for-all poverty spend fest. It was making me seem like some kind of competent manager. Sales savvy and the like. I can't wait for the end of the world to strike so I can hit the streets in my Mad Max gear. Swinging a battle axe and hollerin' like a banshee.
New day. Same shit. More guitar. Less human emotion. More decay. I love a parade.
I LOVE A PARADE is this weeks theme...so live it up! AND DANCE LIKE NO ONE IS WATCHING!!! YAY!!! (figured y'all needed a little general emptiness found in various AOL profiles. Sometimes you just need to fit in.)
Come n' get some cheap thrills!!!
SOUNDTRACK OF THE DAY
Diamanda Galas "Saint Of The Pit"
my new theme-phrase. WhiskeyFightPit is the SAINT OF THE PIT.
I don't want to take advantage of anyone. I don't want to lie. I want everyone to be happy. All of that cold sales shit below is just me reacting to the decline. I feel the misery. I'm crying as I write this. All of this vileness I spit out is just my mind/body's defense mechanism. Most of it is just an exercise to keep me from losing my mind. Maybe the reason I assume that I suffer from mental illness is just the illness around me. I do feel that I am a good person. Someone I know uttered the most ugly and sick words the previous night. Not about me or anyone in particular. Just that really cold American conquering mentality. It shook me to my foundation. I started crying right there and decided that I wasn't a lunatic asshole. And you know what? I don't think that person is bad, either. Just possibly misguided some. It hurts to be alive in these times. I don't feel like I belong anywhere. I'm surrounded by demons who are looking for me to join them. I don't want to take advantage of anyone. I want everyone to be happy. I hope one day everyone understands this before it is too late. There you have it. I'm just a scared little boy hiding from the wolves and crying. At least I got some soul.
June is starting off with bad vibes. Lots of desperation in peoples faces. It's strange for my little black hole. The beginning of each month is typically riddled with dirty faces celebrating the thrills of free money. An X-Box game here. A Petey Pablo CD there. All kindsa folly without a care about what's left for milk n' bread. Not this June though. Maybe the hard times hitting the rest of this sinkhole are finally striking the Glass City. The CHUD party is over. Mexican and Russian conditions are striking the heart of this little industrial clusterfuck. It's a shame. I was digging the free-for-all poverty spend fest. It was making me seem like some kind of competent manager. Sales savvy and the like. I can't wait for the end of the world to strike so I can hit the streets in my Mad Max gear. Swinging a battle axe and hollerin' like a banshee.
New day. Same shit. More guitar. Less human emotion. More decay. I love a parade.
I LOVE A PARADE is this weeks theme...so live it up! AND DANCE LIKE NO ONE IS WATCHING!!! YAY!!! (figured y'all needed a little general emptiness found in various AOL profiles. Sometimes you just need to fit in.)
Come n' get some cheap thrills!!!
SOUNDTRACK OF THE DAY
Diamanda Galas "Saint Of The Pit"
my new theme-phrase. WhiskeyFightPit is the SAINT OF THE PIT.
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