Stoned at the Library

[Iron Sulfide]

so here i am, stoned at the library. waiting to start working in about
45 minutes.

isn't it funny how things work out? i think it's hilarious, because they
certainly don't seem to be working out. just like that guy who sits on
his ass everyday, eating freetoes and watching TV, saying to himself,
"I know i said i was going to go to the gym today and work out...loose
some of this weight...but i'll start going tomorrow..."

his ass just keeps getting fatter. you know why? because he's a shithead.

i have to deal with shitheads (of this type and various others) on a daily
bases. (i know, quit bitchin, don't we all.) well, this rant has nothing to do
with that fact at all, i just thought i'd bring it up.

reviewing this and that over and over in my mind. reading palanhuik's
book, "Choke"....pretty good so far. i keep thinking "gee this guy is so
pathetic....pathetique even. i wish i were a textual fiction character in this
book, so i could climb on in and kick his ass.

the fucker should just let his mom die, but he's too much of a dumbass to
think of that, he's just gonna sit there and let his mom stay in a state of
perpetual jamais vu, with her brain and body wasting away, like so many
castles made of sand.

but oh well, we all make mistakes, right?

conversely, i wish that that dipshit in the book were a real life character,
so he could come in and kick my ass for being such a dork and not
slapping that chincy muthafucka that swooped in on my promotion
because his aunt works here.

like i said, we all make mistakes.

so now all i have left to do is clinch my ass cheeks one more time and
go to work like all these other pathetic shits who work, to get money, to
eat and live, so they can survive, and then come work some more...

and they wonder why crime rates are so high? QUIT MAKING US WORK!!!

if i had no job, i would just be poor. but no, i have a job, so now i'm poor
AND pissed off.

oh well, we'll figure something out, won't we my precioussss?

[Efrim]

At least you inhabit a place of learning. When I'm not on the road I work in a bar. You can only imagine the subhuman trash I deal with on a nightly basis. I think these horribly unfit creatures will become fodder for a rant of my own soon. I had almost forgotten about them, having been on the road so long; but that is a dangerous thing to forget about.

Anyways, I know exactly how you feel and I'm sure you've come to realize that it can't be helped...and that...is the worst part of all.

[Iron Sulfide]

if i worked at a bar, i could get free drinks (at least, it would be likely)...

if i got free drinks, i would get drunk, and therefore, would care less...

i'd also have a bit of fun philosophically terrorizing people with notions
and questions they've probably not considered,tossing what they think
they know into a heaping mass of ocnfusion. at least, that's the plan.

but yeah, i know.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I think these horribly unfit creatures will become fodder for a rant of my own soon. I had almost forgotten about them, having been on the road so long; but that is a dangerous thing to forget about.

Indeed.  If you learn nothing else on your "sabbatical", learn this.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

if i got free drinks, i would get drunk, and therefore, would care less...

i'd also have a bit of fun philosophically terrorizing people with notions
and questions they've probably not considered,tossing what they think
they know into a heaping mass of ocnfusion. at least, that's the plan.

1.  That path leads to the land of grey.  Trust the Good Reverend on this.  There is no Eris at the bottom of a longneck...or a bong, for that matter.  The Good Reverend is all about blowing off steam once in a while, but remember:  When intoxicated (drunk, stoned, what have you), you aren't "on a higher plane", or any of that rubbish.  You're just FUCKED UP.  Temporarily grey.  More about this in a rant tonight or tomorrow.

2.  Naw.  They just get upset, and try to beat you up.

[Iron Sulfide]

never said intoxication was a higher plane (though i'd have to disagree on
a few of those points...pot, used properly, can definitely bring about a
higher plane experiance...as can psilopsybin mushrooms...but that's
neither here nor there.)

greyfacery is an overwhelming force, i've been noticing. i usually have
some way to push notice of it aside, and distract myself. these days it's all
i can do just to not give in and be the dick-headed type of person i loathe
so much. (i disclude jakery from dick-headed actions...)

(even in cases of revenge, because you're never *really* causing that
person any harm or whatnot..)

but what i meant by 'not caring as much' was just being able to ignore the
fact that people suck. i don't mean that good kind of 'two dalla, me love
you long time sucky sucky' type of suck, either. i mean "hard core, balls
so huge they drop to the floor, so sweaty you ahve to put out a 'caution-
wet' sign, so hairy you have to hack your way through with a machette,
then the sucking actually starts...only by now it's like sucking a tail pipe
to an SUV" type of suck.

in summation, i get drunk this weekend and try to find a place to live!!!

[in best asian woman voice he can muster]

ME LOVE YOU LONG TIME FOR PLACE TO STAY!!! DEN FREE SUCKY SUCKY
SAILOR! YOU KNOW YOU WANT IT, BIG BOY!!