It’s the smell. It really fucking creeps up on you, man. It would stop me, but who do I think I am? You think that’ll really stop me? Good fucking luck, man. I could wake up in a tub of ammonium carbonate and still light up. We’ve been conditioned to believe in conditioning, but it’s really all bullshit. That seems contradictory, doesn’t it? I guess it does, but hey, what the fuck are you gonna do? We all complain about something, but the most we get is ten percent off our next purchase.
Oh, you found a frog’s foot in your soup? We are so sorry; we’ll replace that order right away. Oh yes, of course, you can have anything you’d like sir. Your bill will be on the house, sir. Yes, sir, no problem. Want me to suck your ass? But of course, only the finest for you. I insist, please take a shit on our front steps. Nuestra casa es su casa. Do whatever the fuck you want. It’s really A-O-fucking-K. I’ll get you some lemon juice right away. I mean, I’m sure I could find you a sanitary needle, but what for….i’m gonna have to call the cops.
I don’t need to deal with that kind of shit. Please don’t suck me into your self-loathing paradoxical atrocities. I don’t need this. Just walk away from this taco stand and live your life. Uninterrupted. Dare you abrupt me? I divulge, I DIVULGE.
I found myself in a maze of grand fir. I didn’t know which way was North so I started to walk aimlessly. You could call it aimless, but I feel like I had a purpose. A real purpose, man. I trust intuition. It’s the only reliable source we have. That and the IRS, but who’s going to believe the IRS, despite all the surgery they perform? I certainly wouldn’t, I know that much. You fucking idiots. You scum. You disgust me. Go back to your humble abode in the middle of every dilapidated farm you pass in the country. That’s where you live. For ever. For. Ever.
Going back to Cali. Cali. Cali. Going back to Cali…..I don’t think so. Eat my ass, faggot.
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