play possum. you non sequitur. I'm sick of your positive negative sandwich. You know who you are. Killed the fox.
"There must be a way out of here", said the joker to the thief.
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Friday, August 3, 2012
Christians have never needed a reason to eat fried chicken
I heard Bishop Jakes say once that some Christians have traded swear words for scriptures.
I am so excited to have a blog again. I haven't written in so long, and I miss documenting my life with pictures and words. I'm not going to try to teach you anything on this blog just observe the oddities of life and listen. I'm trying to get my enthusiasm back which I lost when I fell into a hole about 4 years ago. Now, I'm climbing out, and remembering who I was before I was totally beaten down by church people, suburbs, and off the grid living with toothless, substance abusers. Hello, world!
Today, I went to the dog park and talked to a nice lady from the south. She whispered to me, "there aren't a lot of people here to socialize with." We then both looked over at the lump of a man sitting next to us who didn't speak, wasn't listening, and didn't notice. That's when I realized the problem with the dog park isn't me. I was ready to get in my car and head straight towards the Mason-Dixon line which seems counterintuitive. Sometimes proximity to a university, Starbucks, mall, and all three in tandem really is everything. I will never complain again about the soulless comforts of modern living. I will drink my frappacino and shut up, because the alternative to that life is 40s and roll your owns from a Gas & Grub in the afternoon. Not that I ever divulged myself in such a luxury.
Back at the dog park, the last time I was there I chatted it up with another middle aged man living in an RV/creeper van on the south side of town. He recommended I move to Salt Lake City immediately because when all the cities in American go down simultaneously it will be a Republican stronghold where everything is happening. Or, an alternative to taking up refuge in conservative utopia was googling safe zones on the internet. He told me I shouldn't kid myself, that the trains headed west late into the night aren't already stocked with refugees on clandestine missions to the FEMA camps set up in California. "The economy is bad, its real bad, and its just going to get worse." I smile vaguely and nod thankful for this doomsday tip.
Today, I went to the dog park and talked to a nice lady from the south. She whispered to me, "there aren't a lot of people here to socialize with." We then both looked over at the lump of a man sitting next to us who didn't speak, wasn't listening, and didn't notice. That's when I realized the problem with the dog park isn't me. I was ready to get in my car and head straight towards the Mason-Dixon line which seems counterintuitive. Sometimes proximity to a university, Starbucks, mall, and all three in tandem really is everything. I will never complain again about the soulless comforts of modern living. I will drink my frappacino and shut up, because the alternative to that life is 40s and roll your owns from a Gas & Grub in the afternoon. Not that I ever divulged myself in such a luxury.
Back at the dog park, the last time I was there I chatted it up with another middle aged man living in an RV/creeper van on the south side of town. He recommended I move to Salt Lake City immediately because when all the cities in American go down simultaneously it will be a Republican stronghold where everything is happening. Or, an alternative to taking up refuge in conservative utopia was googling safe zones on the internet. He told me I shouldn't kid myself, that the trains headed west late into the night aren't already stocked with refugees on clandestine missions to the FEMA camps set up in California. "The economy is bad, its real bad, and its just going to get worse." I smile vaguely and nod thankful for this doomsday tip.
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