There is no room in this place for shiftless layabouts and idealistic poets. Move on and don't take up our space. The only thing you are good for, you rat bastard intellectual art-fuck, is stomping. That's right, I'm gonna put a hole in that pretty little face. I'm gonna break your glasses and slit your throat with the shattered glass, just to use the blood for my chicken marinade. Tasty and delicious. You think you understand this whole planet. You think you're so "hip to the scene." Well fuck you man. I voted for George and I'll do it again. You know why? I'm not a pussy. I'm not afraid of going out and kicking some ass. Sure, we might lose a few men.. But that's the price to pay for freedom. What, do you want one of those towel-headed sand niggers to fly a plane into your house? DIDN'T THINK SO! We're not a nation of pansies, we're real men. We're here to do what we do best, which is live in the true form of the American spirit. I love my truck, I love my beer, and you better be damn sure I love my guns. Nobody is going to take these things away from me. NOBODY. OH! I almost forgot... Hoomooosexuals. They're the henchman of Satan. Always puttin there dipsticks into other men's oil holes. Just somethin dirty and wrong about that whole situation, so I make a point of gang raping and killing every dirty faggot that comes through these here parts. We don't take well to strangers, and we don't take well to filthy queers either.


I don't understand the character/personality of the narrator, but I can still emulate it.

Down to earth, chill, and dank-minded/kind-hearted females - Where are you?

It's a big "fuck you" from the generation of swine and hoodlums that have been long forgotten. My friends and peers surviving for years off of apples and pears that are rotten. Black at the core; just like we are. Our skin absorbs the toxins, our minds absorb the news, our eyes absorb the images, and our ears absorb the "truth". Ah, now there she is. Elusive and rare indeed. Whether or not a definitive reality exists is what dominates the minds of our common-day young adult. He/She spends the day considering whether or not it is worth it. Will the world be around long enough to make plans for the future? Plans for tomorrow? An hour from now?
It is our plight. Our curse. They never went through this.
We are the first breed. The first set of trained and adaptive humans capable of grasping the planetary conciousness. Able to see through the lies of administrations and governments, leaders and kings. There is no room for personal motives in this crumbling world, and the more time our leaders spend attempting to further their own agendas the less time we have to live. Our choices must reflect those of the greater good. We must be constantly alert toward what will positively effect our species as a whole. Not just our species, but the earth/animals that we are living with.

The text book regarding Life, chapter 20 is missing a lot of the pages..

I just turned 20 years old. 2 Decades. Well not "just", actually on May 17th. Either way, it does seem a bit odd. In other news, I can't find my black and brown leather pouch.. So I bought a new one. I'm also considering the purchase of my first Vaporizer.

Too much going on, I'll try to keep up.

I'm still alive.