... thank you, sir, for taking the intrests of you "fellow americans" seriously. we all are so glad you are going right ahead with yr plans... not only with trying to take on one country... but two. smart man. at least mcviegh was trying to prove a point... instead of just being a greedy bastard.
so i saw this fox at the library today. he was checking out some books on ergot. he wanted to brush up on this alkaloid called ergonovine. i thought he was sexy so i told him he was ergonofine and i wouldn't mind brushing up on his alkaloin. i was rathrer distressed when he told me he was dating you...
i have this incredible urge to create... 24/7. when i lived in chucktown, i used to make flyers for folks i worked with, and eventually ended getting a little more serious about it. i hooked up with a band from myrtle beach and was making flyers for them pretty regularly. it's something i really enjoy doing. now that i'm here in the l.b.c., i don't see any reason why i should quit. the music scene is supposedly pretty bumpin'... so i have devised a plan. a business proposal of sorts... minus any real exchange of money.
HERE'S HOW IT WORKS:
being the talented and creative person i am... i have decided to create nice little works of art for local shows around the belmont shore area. my services will be free provided the band members pay for the actual copies. all of the copying will be taken care of for them. i'd even place them in stores on the shore... no problem. their only responsibility as band members is to get me into the shows for free... which logically should be no problem. guest lists do exist. this would allow band members more free time to do whatever their little hearts desire... and allow me to get in on the music scene and meet folks... not to mention i'd be doing something i like. yeah.. i think i'm a "cool-guy" for coming up with this one.
rape in the long beach area has gone up 30% in the past year. one year...30%. fuck. that's scary... so be weary... or take self-defense classes... or something. pete.
i hate parades... always have... but never the less, i decided to go to a parade last night. i'm such a fool. it truly was terrible. aside from the loud obnoxious marching bands and old men yelling over those damn megaphones... oh yeah and the hoards of people... i ran into several altercations, inspiring me to write a list.
THE TOP REASON WHY PARADES ARE LAME:
10. chunks of sweet... but no so savory chunks of hard candy falling from the sky with wholehearted intentions of poking out someone's and/or several people's eyes.
9. ear-splitting marching band music-there's not much worse... but the squaredancers come in at a close second.
8. crowds... need i say more? hm... well, pushing my way through several thousands of people isn't exactly my idea of a good time. so i try to be patient... let the flow of traffic continue while i wait for my turn to sneak through. sometimes it gets ugly.
7. the drunk folk... parades are thought to be family outting type dealies. really they're an excuse for people to be publicly drunk on the streets. if i was 21, i might indulge... but since i'm not, i find it a little hard to be forgiving. i don't mind people actin' a fool... just don't be an ass to others around you, for pete's sake.
6. yuppie bitches... while trying to sqeeze through a very tight crowd of impatient punks, i accidentally dumped my purse. shaz went flying everywhere. there was no way of recovering anything in the position i was in. when i got to the end of the clog, i tried to jump over a rail to retrieve my things. this nasty old woman gave me the dirtiest look and fussed at me. she said i tried to knock her over.
5. costumes... i saw some of the stupidest get ups last night... but that's not really what gets me. the comments people spit out about the costumes is what does the trick. jamba juice sent out this platoon of bright yellow bananas. i've never heard so many stupid comments about fruit in my life... nobody even noticed the guy dressed up like a bucket of fried chicken. it was sad.
4. bathrooms... luckily i have an immaculate bladder. the lines for the plastic pissers were quite long and i'm sure they were twice as smelly on the inside.
3. traffic... another on i didn't hafta experience from a personal end. i was smart. i walked. i did, however, see the lines of vehicles piled up for miles. of course, if i had a car, i certainly wouldn't have been at a parade on a saturday night.
2. stores... to escape from the parade, i tried to pop into a few stores. apparently i wasn't the only one with this idea. most stores were closed... the cool ones, anyway...but the ones open were almost as crowded as the streets.
1. trash... when the streets cleared it was a sad sight for sore eyes. the streets and sidwalks were smothered with othere people's refuse. trash cans overflowing. vomit. it was like mardi gras... minus the breasts.
... back home we used to play this game called "that's yr boyfriend." we'd pick out the silliest guys/girls ( girls therefore being, yr girlfriend ) and label them someone's mate. so...
... that's YR boyfriend.
life exists on a plane that we as humans cannot understand. it is when we step out of our human boundries that we may begin to follow how the universe works. everything exists on a progressive scale. for every push, there's a pull... and the slightest movement/decision we make effects the outcome of tomorrow.
we are dull, unaffected, numb human beings focused on what truly does not matter. temporary images, fads, ideas. we are canabalistic parasites... constantly consuming and tearing through life. these are sad days we dispicable people live in... and soon we will destroy ourselves with another's hand.
it's strange how sometimes ones expectations can ruin imagery within the mind. a final impression... if you will. most times situations end up on the flipside. i find it's better to expect nothing at all.
....i've been on the road for what seems like forever. trains. planes. automobiles. tommorow it ends. finally. my body aches to be in a place of permanence. fuck the stop and go.