Yep. I'm going to hell.
2001-08-05 - 6:18 p.m.
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Curiouser and curiouser. Life stops and turns on a dime. No time to feel sorry, not in this repugnant age of immediate consequences and total ambiguity. Its safe to say I shrugged off complacency. At least for one night. I get by with a little help from my friends. I get high with a little help from my friends. Gonna' try with a little help... The third reich will be economic. All the ancient empires have peaked and faded. American imperialism has not yet peaked. Capitalism is a world domination scheme. Pay yer' dues to the man, or yer' fucked. I understand a lotta' behavior, the freaks, the aberrant, the far out and twisted, but I don't condone it. The Right Wing Conservatives are the devil. (incl. the Christian Coalition, come to think of it) Open G tuning. Booze, drugs, more drugs, even more drugs, unkowingly flirting with a dead man's wife, who has since remarried. Don't start. She's a sweetheart. Bars, cars, bands, game. hey fucker, you're lame don't care how you sell or if you sing well free ride low tide I'm going to hellllllllllllllllll. Life is fucking surreal sometimes.
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