Absolutely. You’re always welcome here. Maybe, if shit is looking good for me in the next few weeks, I’ll come and get you. I came across a little money while I was home. This procured sum should last me quite some time and I wouldn’t call it a waste seeing you.

Brightened my day immensely

Anyone out there ever think, “Hey. Maybe we’re not the hottest shit in reality?” We lie, murder, cheat, steal, rape, destroy, and claim we are nature’s and/or God’s greatest creation just because we question things the that we do and the things that we see. I’d rather be a fish if I were to consistently be reminded of how terrible our race is. We don’t feed starving people because we want to. We feed them because maybe something good will happen to us if we do. We are always seeking some putrid ulterior motive.

Guitar to bed, guitar to rise.

Cobleskill, I never thought I’d be so happy to return to your smelly, bonafied redneck bounds again.

I feel like for everyone you have in your life, there is a fortune cookie paper that describes your relationship together to you. It started when I was collecting fortune cookies, and found one that fit someone’s picture in my wallet to a tee. [it will be posted at the end.]

I challenge everyone to start doing this. If it’s the people in your wallet or just pictures in a photo album. Whenever you eat chinese food, or find someone’s hidden stash, put one that describes how your emotions are towards that person right in front. It’s sort of an open-book approach at defining your emotions and getting over them.

“It is better to do something imperfectly than to do nothing perfectly.” - Placed in front of a picture of Virginia, an ex who left me for reasons I’ll go into another day.

“The universe does not have laws— It has habits, and habits can be broken.” - Placed in front of a picture of a troubled boy that happens to be my brother.

-Jack

danmeth:

Goldschläger and other schlägers.

You can’t imagine the hangovers.
-Dan 

For Holly Kneeskern, who loves Goldschlager.

“Is a penny really lucky if you find it on the ground?”

Day 312

This afternoon, as I’m scratching haikus into the wall of my cell (as I often do), I’m suddenly caught in a flash of red light. Three seconds later, I find myself being mauled in the face by a three-headed ostrich. I try to reason with him; entreat his sense of justice. But seeing as we can only say our own names, it was futile. The one consolation I had as my skull was being mercilessly crushed into the ground was that at least when I returned to my spherical cage, I would not be conscious.

I think today was my birthday

-C

I am almost positive that 98% of Christians will always tell you that there’s something wrong with you. When you find the Christian that never points out your flaws and can be a great friend, chances are they don’t believe in a religion. They believe in a God.

Stop riding my back, let me do what I do, and do not for one fucking second think that you are or will ever be any better than I am. Rot.

`Jack