Journals
....Really excited about going to Chicago and New York, staying with some folks for the 4th of July 
Seriously though, I really need to be saving up good and proper.
Seriously though, I really need to be saving up good and proper.
From The BBC's HAVE YOUR SAY Page
DEBATE:The Queen's Speech - what did you think?
SENT:25-Dec-2007 16:39
COMMENT:What do I think of the Queen's speech?
One word:
Poontang.
COMMENT STATUS:Rejected
DEBATE:The Queen's Speech - what did you think?
SENT:25-Dec-2007 16:39
COMMENT:What do I think of the Queen's speech?
One word:
Poontang.
COMMENT STATUS:Rejected
Yay, looks like I'm heading for Chicago in June 
Oh boy, this world is really screwed. 
All governments are lying, murdering, Nazi scum. And the Burmese government are just one example.
They keep saying 'humans are like a virus' - no.
Humans aren?t the virus, Governments are.
They are a cancer eating away everything good in our world everything beautiful, they are the pollution choking our air supplies and poisoning our water, they are the worshippers of death. They block mankind from development in every sense of the word. We, as one, could have achieved so much, so much! The world could have been so much better.
Damn you Government! Damn you to hell!
THAT IS WHY I HATE THE GOVERNMENT. End of fucking story.
P.s. I?m gonna write a song/poem about this.
They keep saying 'humans are like a virus' - no.
Humans aren?t the virus, Governments are.
They are a cancer eating away everything good in our world everything beautiful, they are the pollution choking our air supplies and poisoning our water, they are the worshippers of death. They block mankind from development in every sense of the word. We, as one, could have achieved so much, so much! The world could have been so much better.
Damn you Government! Damn you to hell!
THAT IS WHY I HATE THE GOVERNMENT. End of fucking story.
P.s. I?m gonna write a song/poem about this.
"Does "cornfield" mean anything to you? Or just letting the rain sink in? How about 351 Duck Run. Do you remember being asked for help July 11th of this year? I've felt myself affecting change on a huge scale, please help. This isn't a coincidence..." - Senglish, 12 Sep 2007
I think I'm the only person in the world whose computer suffers from manic depression 
...Smoking MJ? It was probably me... 
QFT:
"In a time of universal deceit - telling the truth is a revolutionary act." - George Orwell
"In a time of universal deceit - telling the truth is a revolutionary act." - George Orwell
There was no 9/11 conspiracy....And crocodiles can fly.
It was a windy 3:00 in the afternoon. The wind was strong and enthusiastic, and I wasn?t. I zigzagged down the street on the way to the Dole office, avoiding pavement cracks and invisible dog shit. My stride seemed peculiar, even to myself. Passers-by stared at me with a hint of mild amusement ? as if I was some type of ?white? giraffe stuck in a typhoon. I reached a set of traffic lights about half-way through in this dreadful trek through ?urbania?, and the wind began to whisper in my ear. It said;
?Slow down.?
And I did for a brief moment, realising I might be a little early.
?Yes?, I replied.
?But on one condition.?
?What would that be?, the wind answered.
?That you take this fucking smell of Ralgex away from me.?
It didn?t respond, but I knew the answer already.
I walked into the shitty place, card in hand.
?Take a seat?, said a woman.
I stood over by some column, not wanting to sit in case the terrible deodorant-laced mouthwash aroma interfered with the others. Walking into this place is like walking into a saloon full of mad people. They all stared, as if I was treading on their collective foot. Being in this place is like having no blood.
A man stood from the row of seats. There was an empty seat at the end of the row. I walked passed to others and sat down. I felt my eyes crossing, and my back was burning from all these chemicals.
I was finally called, and I just wanted to get it over and done with, but it wasn?t over and done with until the guy could find a bunch of papers and slowly type at his console. He turned the computer screen around so I could see. It looked like bullshit, I hardly noticed a word. I knew the stench was probably noticed at this point. A women near by began to react by sniffing repeatedly.
?It?s next week you got to come in, mate look see??
?Oh, right, yeah, yeah. But I was told it was today at 3:00, I?m sure of it.?
The man didn?t seem to understand, or care. I wouldn?t either.
?So, can we get this finished so I can leave here?, I thought.
As soon as I signed the papers, I left quickly. Not wanting to linger around too much. The twisted giraffe left the building. The street was harsh once more. People waiting in cars gawked at me as I passed, but I took no noticed and carried on.
?Slow down.?
And I did for a brief moment, realising I might be a little early.
?Yes?, I replied.
?But on one condition.?
?What would that be?, the wind answered.
?That you take this fucking smell of Ralgex away from me.?
It didn?t respond, but I knew the answer already.
I walked into the shitty place, card in hand.
?Take a seat?, said a woman.
I stood over by some column, not wanting to sit in case the terrible deodorant-laced mouthwash aroma interfered with the others. Walking into this place is like walking into a saloon full of mad people. They all stared, as if I was treading on their collective foot. Being in this place is like having no blood.
A man stood from the row of seats. There was an empty seat at the end of the row. I walked passed to others and sat down. I felt my eyes crossing, and my back was burning from all these chemicals.
I was finally called, and I just wanted to get it over and done with, but it wasn?t over and done with until the guy could find a bunch of papers and slowly type at his console. He turned the computer screen around so I could see. It looked like bullshit, I hardly noticed a word. I knew the stench was probably noticed at this point. A women near by began to react by sniffing repeatedly.
?It?s next week you got to come in, mate look see??
?Oh, right, yeah, yeah. But I was told it was today at 3:00, I?m sure of it.?
The man didn?t seem to understand, or care. I wouldn?t either.
?So, can we get this finished so I can leave here?, I thought.
As soon as I signed the papers, I left quickly. Not wanting to linger around too much. The twisted giraffe left the building. The street was harsh once more. People waiting in cars gawked at me as I passed, but I took no noticed and carried on.