Too often we don't struggle to improve conditions, we struggle for thr right to say, we improve conditions.

People often say, "I hate to sound shallow but..."  But we are all shallow at the core.  We are attracted to people that are "hot" and the rest.

Discrimination is a natural part of human consciousness.  The problem is using discrimination as an insult [nigger, azn, etc.]

Communism looks good on paper.  And would work in reality if we didn't have dumbasses running it.  Too bad we won't have a truely Communist government because Russia, China, Cuba and the likes have spoiled it.

I like cheese, but I won't be offended if you don't.

Last night at the [censored] was cool, but I feel so fucked up right now because I'm watching Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.  When I say watching I mean I'm taking a break an hour into the movie because it is so smacked out I can't take it.  I think about things too much.  Like why do people put mirrors behind toilets, and in front of toilets?  I mean do people like to watch themselves go to the bathroom?  Well I know I do, but I don't know why.  I thought it was just a weird thing I had, but I never expected respectable people to place mirrors in key places.  And hotels do it a lot too.  If anything, I'd tape myself going to the bathroom because then I could see my expressions... I can't watch them even with a mirror because I'm usually squinting or closing my eyes.  I'm so fucked up right now, and I'm going back and fixing my spelling... otherwise this would be a mess of psycho bable with bad typos.  What is typo short for anyways?  Typography?  Is a typography a mess of typing?  Typography sounds more like the art of typing.  Maybe typo is just TYPing errOr.  Maybe it's pointless to discuss such things. But then again, one must look at the details in life to fully appreciate it.  And by "it" I mean life.  And Beauty.
[next paragraph slash thought pattern]
Last night was the first time a mixed [censored] with [censored].  Seeing as both were minute amounts, I only got mellow and observant.  The fire is captivating in all its greenblueorangeredishness.  If I had my notebook with me I probably would have written something down.  Like lyrics.  Or psychobabble.  I am still pretty creative while playing my guitar.  This weekend better happen.  I asked [censored] to bring his acoustic as well.  That should work out pretty well.  I'm not sure if I'll bring my twelve string.  Maybe if I learn more shit on it than just fooling around.
[ha]
I love listening to music when I'm inebriated.  Sadly I had no music to listen to last night.  But I did run into an OPP officer twice.  When I say "I" I mean the four of us.  Myself tried to explain to the officer that we were going to the variety store, but apparently myslef only pointed towards the variety store and said "The Variety Store."  [censored] had to translate for us.  I remeber that after encountering the officer for the first time, thinking in my head, "Wow, I can act pretty soberly when I'm really high."  Apparently that's not the case at all.  Bob Dole.
[Family Guy ref above]

noyze: cursive - the martyr

and thusly it ends
depression seeps in
our lonely messiah
now he drinks with the lepers

this is the latest from saddle creek

The Faint - Glass Danse

feel the vapor pressure drop as the dark
steam pours out the entrance. real cold world is
swirling into a club that keeps the
real life world out. where every sense seems deathly
weak from the frozen time you spent in transit.
the glass danse world flickers on and the
low end thaws your anxious body.

maybe i feel detached. i may just look to shy
its a disinterest not that i'm a timid guy.
i call them bodies but, they are attentive too.
i feel the social glare, i feel the attitude

watch as mirrors clear themselves with the
breath of frigid air that eased in.
made up babies all rotate as a siren
spins a beam of amber. time sliced beat
by beat in a row, in a club,
in a line, in the city. 

the glass danse world
flickers on because the cycle happens enough:
a baby falls out warm. it's screaming for it's life.
an infant tries to danse as it grows up then dies.
that's simplified but uh . . . when you complexion dries.
you wake up cold and think. you wish it'd been this way.

So here I am, another week gone by.  I've really lost track of time.  Last night we hung out at Tim Horton's and played some hacky sack.  I don't know if that was better than getting drunk, but I do have some beer so I could get drunk tonight, possibly.  Depends on if I feel getting drunk alone [alone meaning people will be there but only I will be drunk].

My mp3 cd busted on thursday.  Fuck, I'm so pissed off.  It'll play the radio but cds are gone.  I think there's something wrong with the mechanism that reads the cds, so maybe in my vast electronics know-how [ha] I can jimmy it.  I need to find me a replacement cd player, because I don't think I can live without music on the bus.  And wherever.

I need my music.  So I'm going to jam on my guitar.  I think I'll get some weed and record a session. Then try to play it back when I'm sober.  Oh this will kick so much ass.  I realised I don't have to get high to think.  I just need to listen to Tool with my thoughts.  Every time I listen to Tool with headphones on, just chilling, I keep expanding my theologies [is that the right word?].  I think I've got a handle on what happens after we die, and what fate really is, and I've rethought my idea on why things are connected to each other.  Remember a while back when my theory was that everything was connected to me [thought about mountain biking, saw a kid on a bike]?  I've rethought that, and I realise we're all just part of one.  Other people get this too, not just me.  That theory was kind of selfish

noyze: afi - totalimmortal