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Little-known masterpiece, just back from being appalled by the public....
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17 December 2010
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If in your travels you meet the Buddha, throw him through your tv set.
—Davis Fleetwood
It just isn't the same without the goose!
ReplyDeleteI know. I miss my goose. I think I'll be back home by Sunday... spending the holidays with my goose....
ReplyDeleteEveryone will be happy to know, I found a soaking wet note on our mailbox a couple days ago, saying the box is broken, and mail will go to the post office. Well, I didn't think nothing of it, cause it was poorly written, and wasn't clear. Three days later I go back to check the mail, the note is still there, but I noticed something when I opened my box, There was LIGHT shining in from the back. Yes, our god damn mail box was broken into. The mailman's side of the door was pried out and bent back, my mail was on the top row, so I am not sure if they got anything or not.
ReplyDeleteThe box is not 20 steps away from where I sleep, and I didn't hear anything, but I will say, just about three or four days ago, I noticed some weird freak with a line-badge banging on my door and ringing the bell all impatient. I opened the door and the dude started asking me a bunch of private questions, which I interrupted and said, who are you and what do you want, He persisted with the probing private questions, and I interrupted again and said look motherfucker you were the one banging on my fucking door, who the fuck are you and what the fuck do you want. He replied Mark, and Siding, I said no thanks and closed the door. Could be coincidence, but could be hard core criminals are attacking my neighborhood. So my mail is fucked now headed to the post office, literally a hardship, because, the person who has a car works from 6:30 AM to 7:30 PM and the post office is what, nine to fucking five.
Thank god I don't have to do a show until February.
Deep breaths, I have had to focus on my anger lately. It's been one emergency after another, my UPS died, leaving me screaming at the top of my lungs while trying to get to the un-reachable, well routed power plug buried by racks and electronics. I finally just grabbed the wire and pulled as hard as I could until it came out of the wall behind all the racks and shit.
Add all the bad news by our fucking officials who don't give a fuck about their oath or the constitution and I pretty much, need to just work on my breathing...Popped off another round of FUCK S 510 emails. I am so sick of these fucking criminals running our government. Jesus tits!
Strangely, my eyes are working better than before now.. Go figure.
~p
Little-known fact: head injuries sometimes ENHANCE one's IQ. I am very happy to hear you have kept your sight, and, yes, breathing is a good focus. Soaking in a nice hot tub is also excellent. Going somewhere gorgeous, like up in the mountains or out to the ocean, is a huuuuuge help. The best way to deal with this much awful stuff is to keep leaping up to higher levels in your head, keep opening up to a wider view. Even if you have to let stuff pass, you can't be effective against the bad stuff if you can't keep your own self strong.
ReplyDeleteWow your more popular than brad blog lol
ReplyDeleteI hope it helps!
Yep, You can't feed the dog, if you can't feed yourself. there's a real nasty truth here.
ReplyDeletewell my sight ain't perfect 99.
ReplyDeletebut I think it's slightly better for some strange reason. I see FOG and all kinds of shit "currently/intermittently" in my eyes which were " PERFECT / STATIC ALL MY LIFE "
What do you think might be wrong?
~p
Break your OATH? HEADS ON STICKS
ReplyDeleteThe Big Rock Candy Mountain
ReplyDeletehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqowmHgxVJQ
Constitution. Ahem. Vote. Paper Ballot.
ReplyDeleteIt's probably enlightenment tryin' to gitcha, Phil. Just as soon as you figure out that the vote isn't worth fixing until the fuckers running whoever we elect have their heads on pikes, I reckon you'll be the next Buddha.... ;)
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