freeasitsgoingtoget

I met the new man I want to be my stepfather last night. He was at thanksgiving dinner with this close family friend diane. Havier…the flute playing marijuiana shaman. My mom needs to bag a bitch. I’m also teaching myself the art of samba…only because it’s such a huge part of my culture and I don’t even know the dance.

SAMBA

SAMBA

SAMBA.

Well here I am writing a research paper on your favorite and mine Joel Rifkin. What a winner that one is… Slaying prositutes…not only slaying them but feeding into the belly of the beast, their drug habbits. In the mind of a maniac, I commend him…for getting away with it for such a prolong period. We learn from this…that when we approach the task of murder we must not get sloppy if we plan to have it be a concurrent thing in our lives. See You cant go driving your mothers truck with no plates on the back with a decomposing whore corpse in the back. I mean it’s obvious isnt it. Let me smear a little Noxeema across my moustache to take away the scent of rotting flesh, bodily fluids and death. Oh Joel you slay me …haha not litarraly oh I know you wish…but honestly I don’t think I’d be your type.

After spending most of my sleepless night seriously contemplating taking up a job as an escort…I’ve gotten a return e-mail from an agency I sent an e-mail too. Stating this is the worst absolute last choice any one should make in a job…that due to financial hardships(my place exactly) is the only reason people tend to take theese jobs. Code words and saftey drivers and watching out for police scams…sounds so wonderfully risky. Only problem…My boyfriend…the absolute love of my life…my soul mate…but then again he said last night he’d have no problem with it…In a sick way it turns him on thinking that I’d be with another guy but not have any emotional connection to him…weird huh? Anyways. I’m in such distress I can’t eat anymore …doubtfull that I’ll sleep till all my debts and fees and bullshits are payed off.

 I’m scared.

So if anyone needs a date for a night that your willing to dish out 200-500 dollars on.

HOLLA.

Have you ever woken up in the morning feeling like a discrace? Have you ever wandered the halls of your pathetic college realizing this isn’t the place for me? Have you ever wanted to start a movement so badly? To shove flowers in the barrels of the guns that shoot down all your dreams? To laugh in the face of those who say can’t and impossible? To be so bold so driven so absoultley insane by todays standards to really stand up for what you believe in? I certainly have… I have read book after book speaking of revolution, of change of a form of freedom, and this beautiful utopian society that is something dreams are made of. The means of getting that however..seem to be a little less than simple. I know how it feels to want to make love in the middle of a crowded room just to proove that theres still beauty and passion. That lust doesn’t have to be the only thing driving our bodys to move in that way. Two lovers engulfed in every single embrace and touch fueling their bodys and fulfilling their hunger for physical devotion. I am no longer scared to grab my lover and kiss him with every ounce of love I have for him and let the whole world know ” we are here and what we have is absolutely beautiful.” To be young, to be free… I see no discrace in that.

You can start off by doing things that by societys standards are taboo….such as taking your best girlfriend out for a night to walk around and apriciate everyonce of the small little town that surrounds you, and smacking the people who fear such forbidden friendship in the face  by holding hands and embracing eachother around the waist. To show you are pround to be whoever you are…however you are.

Stop trying to achieve unobtainable goals…You will never be that girl in the face wash add no matter how much money you dish out to be as beautiful as her…..

I will tell you something…You are beautiful.Everybody is.

I’m sorry about this unfarmilair rant. But I figured it would be a good way to start things off.