everybody has something to do. somebody to hang out with or some place to go. i don't have anything. i'm just gonna take all the money i have left and start driving away from this stupid fucking place. i've hardly ever been out of the state let alone the country. beer and loud speakers are the only way i can distract myself but it only works for a ( Read more... )

this shit makes me sick. i sit in my room every single night. i can't socialize, i have no idea how. there's no family to belong to or any town to call home. i want somebody to be close but run whenever they come near. fantasies of violence and destruction occupy my time but i sit inside drinking instead. i don't know who i was trying to fool; ( Read more... )

I have a picture on my desktop of the bloody glasses that John Lennon was wearing when he was murdered, sitting on a table next to a glass of water in a window cill over looking the New York City skyline. The one from the Yoko album ( Read more... )

"Visit the model cities of the new world "order"--sit in a traffic jam of privately owned vehicles, among motorists sweating and swearing in isolated unison, an ocean filling up with pollution, to your right and a ghetto on your left where uniformed and un-uniformed gangs clash--and behold the apex of human progress. If this is order, why not try ( Read more... )