If you wanna beat the day you gotz to get up before the rousing of the Egyptian God RA, before he consumes his nuclear breakfast and mounts his solar carriage. If that prick has stirred and is making his voyage across the sky it may be too late.
same shit different god
The rooftop tent gets hella hot quick thanks to that bastard. Expect a scrambled brain compounded with severe night thirst and the disembodiment from hours/years/eons of horrible nightmares stirred into a dangerous concoction.
Don’t spend that day betting on horses or yourself for that matter. You are not to be trusted and neither is anyone else!
Driving helps. It always does. It always did, with the exception of traffic. Driving has a specific effect on the brain: promoting potential and calm rolled into a horizon or a curve in the road, an untamed field, an eccentric passerby, the cracks in the road…
It’s not true, driving doesn’t make you stupid. Don’t listen to characters in films (Repo Man
) or in books, figure it out for yourself.
Saratoga Library is not a Brothel either as it turns out. Bummer!
Today I came to the conclusion that there is no excuse or allowance for self-perpetuated ignorance. At the Saratoga Public Library there were assembled a motley crew of disheveled individuals (more so than us). They all smoked and drank and possibly had no idea that within feet was a wealth of knowledge to be had. This I realized after the obese girl screamed, “ahhh! Motha’ Fucking SPIDER! Kill that piece of shit!” while breathing out the smoke from a Marlboro Red 100. But my conclusion of the stupidity of this specific girl wasn’t solidified until the inevitable execution of the spider and this remark from our heroine, “I fucking hate insects!”
That may be the entire problem with hate summed up in that one event. The irony that this had to occur at the library compounded the message: Ignorance and the ignorance of a person’s own ignorance is a powerful force that most often leads to the execution of an innocent bypasser or even the genocide of an entire people. Who the fuck knows? I don’t but I’m willing to figure it out. You should too.
There is something very calming about being amongst a bunch of books. I think sometimes I prefer books to people.
Arachnids as in Spiders and such...