Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Getting Your Shit Together

I was rapping to a worker as we drove to a job moving heavy furniture and he looked up to me as a wise old gypsy and I said, "It's a bad time not to have your shit together."

Monday, June 11, 2012

Magic Bus

I don't get tattoos and up until now I've avoided turning the outside of my van into a canvas. I used to wear my beard long and sport torn overalls to prove that I didn't care what people thought of my non-commercial image. Now I still don't care but I don't care so completely that I would rather people just not look at me at all. In fact, I'd be perfectly content on a deserted island with my imaginary friends as company.

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Petition to End Gossip Mags

Trash


I am so repulsed that supermarkets still allow these magazines to be sold directly in the checkout aisle. I started this petition because I know people will rise up and help the cause. hahaha. I'm also thinking of ways to sabotage the gossip mag racks. Any ideas? All you facebook addicts could promote the petition and actually do something useful but that would mean beings something other than a disgusting pawn for Rupert Murdoch.


Water Salvation

Get used to this picture

Since we've entered possibly the hottest summer since pre-history water will become more precious. No more swimming pools and green lawns in the desert. The golf courses will remain because lawyers and investment bankers selfishly consider themselves beyond reproach but everything else will whither and die.
I have a third option which is to piss and shit in the dirt.




Friday, June 8, 2012

Broken Back


It's 'only' a flesh wound because it's my flesh
I'm typing with one hand today because a series of horrible decisions brought me to the edge of disaster. I've been living in the parking lot of the day labor hall, mostly to use their bathroom and water spout. But sometimes they have work for me and that's when the trouble starts. I've been roped into moving furniture before but this time was the pits. $7/hr for repeatedly doing 160 lb bench presses for 12 hours. I know why people go to the gym...because they are lazy fucking assholes who hire other people to exert themselves in context of purpose.
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