The Promiscuous Solicitation of Campaign Money

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Come closer and see
see into the trees
find the girl
while you can
Come closer and see
see into the dark
just follow your eyes
just follow your eyes

I hear her voice
calling my name
the sound is deep
in the dark
I hear her voice
and start to run
into the trees
into the trees

into the trees

Suddenly I stop
but i know it’s too late
I’m lost in a forest
all alone
The girl was never there
it’s always the same
I’m running towards nothing
again and again and again

Feelin’ Lit Feelin’ Like 2 Am Summer Night

Crush A Bit; Little Bit; Roll It Up; Take A Hit
Feelin’ Lit Feelin’ Like 2 Am Summer Night

I Don’t Care; Hand On The Wheel; Drivin Drunk; I’m Doin’ My Thing
Rollin The Midwest Side And Out Livin’ My Life Getting’ Out Dreams
People Told Me Slow My Road I’m Screaming Out Fuck Thaat
Imma Do Just What I Want Lookin’ Ahead No Turnin’ Back
If I Fall If I Die Know I Lived It To The Fullest
If I Fall If I Die Know I Lived And Missed Some Bullets

o my fucking god i’m going to hell

I had the most fucked up dream last night…

It had that under aged chick from californication in it..

she was an apprentice witch.

after obtaining the old witch’s powers it seemed like every minute she experienced was the equivalent of 5 years.

at the end of each minute she grew wiser. but she also grew more tired and colder and crazier.

she lived alone in a train car at my elementary school.

I don’t really know how to describe the feelings that I had gotten from that dream but they were a mixture of anxiety, depression and sadness.

I have a massive headache, I feel like greasy shit and I have to go to hudsons tonight to shoot a wing eating contest. It’s going to be a long fucking day..

on the upside, because of my title, i’m going to hell :)

fml

last night, (*cupcake girls!!!! PLEAASE* <- my girlfriend hijaked my computer lol) alright so last night I… got completely totaled. I started my evening (6pm) off with a mickey of captain morgans spiced rum  (puking in my mouth thinking about it right now). I had arrived at redstar with my friend mike, drank a couple beers, ate delicious ricotta pasta (bad idea #1) and left to the liquor store where I bought a 26 of capn’ (bad idea #2).

We arrived behind prohabition and started drinking. my first sip was about four gulps (bad idea #3) about 10 seconds later, a shit load of capn’ and ricotta pasta flew onto a beemer parked next to us…

I finished the rest of the 26.

don’t remember prohabition.

don’t remember getting home.

but according to my wonderful amazing girlfriend… it went something like this:

“I was sleeping when I got a call from you asking me to come to prohabition. you mumbled alot then forgot you were talking on your phone with me”

“I got another call from you asking me to come pick you up”

“When I got there I saw mike and pulled over. he was really drunk. I asked him where you were. he was laughing and pointing at a bush on the ground where you were laying next to a puddle of your own puke”

“we stopped at a red light and you tried getting out because you thought we were at home. we were in the middle of traffic and I was screaming at you to get back into the car. everyone in the surrounding cars were laughing hysterically”

“I gave you water. you kept spiting it out like a camel”

“we got home. I changed you. you passed out.”

“you’re such a fucking idiot”

it’s 1pm now and i still cant walk straight. I would say that I have a pretty bad hangover but i’m still drunk

fml

Anxiety

I find it hard to eat sleep and work..

when I think, I think of the worst. do we have off switches?

so I can like go into power saving mode and turn off my emotions.

this sucks.

beautiful quote.

“they were never more certain of how far away they were from their goals than when they were standing right next to them.”

Where is my mind?

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waaaaaaaaaay out in the water see it swimmin with the fishies.

Driven to flip burgers

I’ve been observing burger joints lately.

I’ve been wondering:

“how long has that person been working here? why are they working here? what were their goals as a child? what are their goals now?”

I see the manager prancing around with his uniform and a big ass smile from cheek to cheek. I see one or two employees eager to some day land the position of manager. and then I see the ones who look as if they got smashed the night before.

If you are one of the above ask yourself this:

“where do I see myself in ten years? will I be that _____ that I’ve always wanted to be? will I be happy being a _____? why do I want to be a _____? what the fuck am I doing flipping burgers?”

you might think that I don’t have the right to judge but come on… who the fuck wants to work at mcdonalds? really???…I’m able to live off of what I like to do which gives me the right to judge you. case and point.

can you honestly say that you enjoy working at wherever you work?

if yes, cheers mate.

if no, do something about it. nothing will fall in your lap.

the next time you are working and you get an asshole comment from a person asking for his tomato to be turned a certain orientation and then proceeds to act like you are just another useless burger joint fuckup, ask yourself this:

“am I a burger joint fuckup?”

if no, then take the assholery and fix their tomato.

if yes, tell him to shove his fucking tomato up his ass, tell your manager that you quit (if you are the manager then throw your uniform at the most useless employee and tell him congratulations) walk to the door and vent any last bit of hatred. scream it at the top of your lungs. then walk out.

if you take the public transportation, do not wait at the nearest stop, you’ll look like a db.

congratulations you are now unemployed.

you have left the world of security and have entered the obscure world of insecurity.

how do you feel?

if good then good luck.

if bad then good luck

now you will be forced to follow your dreams.

I have no idea where the fuck I’m going with this…

I have no idea where the fuck i’m going to go with this.

what will the social studies students of the next century be saying about us? how we lived? how we acted? how we were so conservative or liberal or a bunch of fucking sluts?

I don’t really care what those twerps will be thinking about us. As a matter of fact I don’t really care about much these days…

I care about this girl laying next to me, reading on this queen sized bed.

I care about my dog back at home.

I care about whether I look like I care.

I care about whether or not you think that I care about you, your opinions and/or actions… which i don’t

I’m not a writer, videographer, photographer, web developer, graphic artist, motion artist, editor, painter, illustrator, violinist, expressionist….

but I tell you I am… and you believe me.