Hmm… Yet again (upon reflection of the past 10 years of my existence) I have found myself stinking of testorserone, falling into an isolation tank made with my own hands out of whatever remaining brain cells treading cerebral liquids within my skull & litterally am disconnected from any meaningfull female relationship. I NEED SOME FUCKIN’ ESTROGEN… ALL MY FRIENDS CURRENTLY ARE PACKING DICKS… which is all good-they are all true pals, but they don’t understand estrogen induced thoughts, actions, etc. Am I stranded on the Planet of the Apes?
I am feeling the fiery results of shedding my skin underneath the Universe’s very own & uniquely accurate microscope that I impulsively “borrowed” after distracting the eternal ever-expanding, extremely free unconditional lover of all & nothing of all. In doing so, have I entered into Nothingness? If so, contentment has arrived…
-Bad news: I’m so fuckin’ opinionated, I should have a talk show… Maybe titled: “I DON’T GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOU THINK”. First subject: Reflections on cocaine: Are the 80’s back?
IS THE BLINDNESS TOWARDS REALITY IS THE TRUE ADDICTION?
IGNORANCE IS BLISSFUL? MY OWN MOTHER IS SOO DIGGIN’ SENILITY-SHE LOVES FORGETTING SHIT-SHE SMILES A HELL OF ALOT MORE NOW.
AND I DON’T BLAME ‘EM. FUCK, LIFE IS WILD MAN… WHO AM I TO JUDGE WHAT FOLKS DO TO COPE?
LIFE CONTINUES TO BE MORE & MORE CHALLENGING. IS OUR WORLD BECOMING SO FAST PACED, IT’S ALMOST NOW IMPOSSIBLE FOR ONE TO PHATHOM ANYONE NOT SUFFERING FROM COPING WITH __________________________ BY UTILIZING_________________(fill in the blank).
ADD TO ADHD?
OH GLORIOUS RITALIN, HOW I LOVE THEE?