the harangue by: Goo
march. 2000
...It did turn from snow to rain just the other night, frigid cold has
given way to a potential spring...my dealer is in jail, Im glad to have an
extra 1/8th stashed away, Ill have to look elsewhere for dope this weekend,
my new bong will be here and I HAVE to be stocked on dope...they televised
the libertarian debates, at 3 am, I was one of 3 people who saw it...I feel
extra figity today, a pinched nerve has wracked my back for a month...the
bad chair at work doesnt help...I cant even ramble incoherently without
hunching over in an unatural posture, typing for extended periods is
painful and my threshold high...the god of artillery is an evil one and I
am always reminded of the power on television news and in video games and
from memories of a past life when my job was a paratrooper with the
specific job of mass destruction by means of superior weapons of semi-mass
destruction...it is not a thing I am necessarily proud or unrpoud of, but
it is an experience I will always cherish at heart...I returned a handgun I
purchsed the other day, still have 2 extra magazines, custom grips and high
power ammo...my truck broke down and I find I cannot afford the weapon now,
the gun guy was an asshole and I was tempted to lock and load right there
and cap his ass...Ive found loopholes in the system, the world is plagued
with them, I have found many quite by acident...I have found myself a bit
worldly before I realized what had happened...a logical mind of thought and
mystic foolery is prone to such monolithic events...there is a ruling in
the cosmos that has determined you are the only soul who can live your
life...they send a wrning attached, this is all you get, this single life
so do with it what you see fit...is murder so foul or more natural then we
want to admit...technology does not allow these conventions today, or all
of us would be truly doomed...the british politiques are the goofiest
bastards I have witnessed, have they ever heard of a comb or a dentist or
is it too late in the day or too early in the morning for their hair to be
combed and not act like scared deer...beating myself on the back with a
remote subsides back pain for a moment, its time to take a rest and lay
down, smoke a bowl and smile, a smile with hurt...waiting for music to
download, for packages to arrive, for realease dates on purchased items on
new things, on dates, on the food in the microwave...Ive kept the noise in
my apartment down so I can listen for the UPS truck when it comes, I feel
like a little kid waiting for his birthday presents, I have barely been
smoking weed, anticipating my delivery...its nice to have the windows open,
serene and healthy...I could stare into space for hours, I try to push my
body to the limit in every way, I always have...I don't eat until I'm
almost ready to puke from hunger, I don't sleep until I can't make it to
bed, I used to be a hardcore athlete, now I watch as much tv as I can and
smoke as much weed as I can inhale, but not always...you can kiss this
economy goodbye, I have to get a bank loan anytime I need to put gas in my
truck now...this is probably a good thing for our environment, mother
nature adjusting the market through the crazy greedy arabs...and it still
tastes like chicken...
Goo
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