It's simple, the naivety, it's gone..

You can't change the world. You won't succeed, love is like the cake ( a lie ).

the green cloud rises again, with it, the saaaaaaaaaame questions and the same dilemmas. I listened closely to Elizabeth the other day (what i heard was clutter, the fucking sound of clutter) and had a little anxiety attack, 5 different forms of latin jams at once, 8 airplanes taking off one after another, constant sound of accelerating and decelerating vehicles from one of the many highways. It's cluttered and it's fucked, and I'm not naive enough to believe I can fix it anymore. There used to be the hope, sure, it'll get better, only way that happens is if our numbers drop fucking DRASTICALLY.. Which isn't likely to happen in my lifetime, short of nuclear winter.

Whatever, that's paranoia, fuck it? ABSOLUTELY. Lay off the weed again? do it..NOW!

Masturbation is the key!!!!!!...?

hahahaha. Gwan dahn teh nahlins dis week, baaaai. The good ol' Big Uneasy. Here's praying for another massive hurricane and levee breach, that shit makes for some Pulitzer prize photography moments.

then it's off to Biloxi to see some friends and experience the *insert generic biloxi pastime here*.

then it's on the road july 7th heading back north...

Then it's back to the conjestion zone known as northeastern NJ, PHAIL.