Anew...or somewhat

So I haven't posted since December but here I am again after thinking about it a lot. Know one I know knows I am posting so in a since I am alone here and I enjoy it. There is actually no reason for me to post any more considering all of my good friends with the exception of one now live in Chico.
I guess i like the thought of no one reading it...but there it is.

The thought occurred to me yesterday while tabling at a hippy fest that, though slightly improbable, that anything I write is completely in vain because when shit hits the fan, especially weather wise, it won't mean anything because printing something that isn't an instructional booklet on how to survive will be superfluous.

these days
these sweet days
and all the sunshine gone to cloud
because theres a stench so strong
and a smile too acidic

where the road ends
where the road ends
where the asphalt ends
and the dust begins

theres a song
theres a song
but when
and how long

but these sweet days
last too long
and pass too quickly
to see them
when the sunshines gone to cloud.

hell yeah

im learning to play the drums. whoo hooo!

get to know me a little

Your Brain is 53% Female, 47% Male Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female
You are both sensitive and savvy
Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed
But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve


You Will Die at Age 55 Not bad, considering your super wild lifestyle
Want to live longer? Try losing a few bad habits.

The Movie Of Your Life Is A Black Comedy In your life, things are so twisted that you just have to laugh.
You may end up insane, but you'll have fun on the way to the asylum.

Your best movie matches: Being John Malkovich, The Royal Tenenbaums, American Psycho


You Are a Punk Rocker! When it comes to rock, you don't follow any rules
You know that rocking out is all about taking down the man
You've got an incredible stage presence and rock persona
You scare moms, make bad girls (or boys) swoon, and live life on the edge!

You Are 34% Evil A bit of evil lurks in your heart, but you hide it well.
In some ways, you are the most dangerous kind of evil.

In a Past Life... You Were: A Ditzy Beekeeper.

Where You Lived: New Zealand.

How You Died: Killed in Battle.

Your Boobies' Names Are... Love Muffins

Your Inner European is Irish! Sprited and boisterous!
You drink everyone under the table.
Gee I fuckin wonder why?

You're 30% Irish You're probably less Irish than you think you are...
But you're still more Irish than most.
what the hell is up with these tests and the irish? it must be because everyone wants to be irish. what?

Who Should Paint You: M.C. Escher Open and raw, you would let your true self show for your portrait.
And even if your painting turned out a bit dark, it would be honest.
dude...

Okay so I went a little overboard on posting theser things but I get a little addicted to taking quizes. Want to take some? go to...
http://www.blogthings.com/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/outcome.php

Had a pretty good weekend. Went swimming with Brent, Sabrina, Timmy and the Altar Boys. They were hilarious, all I did was laugh. They were super nice and were excit4ed we were going up to Portland, I guess we'll be staying with them. After moving we hung out at Johnny and keras and got a little tossed and told a bunch of ghost stories (haven't done that since i was little).
I helped Brent move and after moving anf hiking my legs are sooo sore. I feel a little old actually cause everytime I sit down i have to brace something so I can go slowly.
Yesterday I just hung out at home and moped around the house and hung out with brannon a little. Then I went to a bbq at brents house then over to seans to hang out with josh and sampson. A pretty good weekend I guess.
I cant wait to leave chico next week. Oregon is really beautiful. The first night we leave we're going to camp in the redwoods at a park I haven't been to since I was twelve or so. We're going to a Gruk show in portland and Corvalis and I totally feel like a silly groupie. But whatever its gonna be hecka fun. Then three weeks later is the Murder City Devils, hell yeah! which means a fifteen hour drive in one night, argh.
well thats what i got from now. guess I wasn't too serious with the whole not gonna update any more schpeel.

i may be done with this. no ones updating so its getting a little boring.
peace

an truth be spoken through the mouth
of a drunk?
do you believe them?
Or do you only draw something from what they say,
something you need
in order to make some connection continue?

honesty is difficult
more so than a lie???

its all quite absurd
and maybe solitude is best???

theres not much here these days
solace is naive thought

i keep thinking of violence-
the white middle class
privilege of nonviolence
in the face of oppression

dick gregory hit me upside the head
a blow I needed to force myself
to return to something
another rock between my peers and I

I've let slip the torch i carried
through thick brush
of my complacent coworkers
rage enters again

what do i owe this world?
nothing but the liberation i owe myself

prose never suffices
speach fails

at work the new revolution
is learning spanish
and the administrators want me to tap into the
'underworld'
where has the movement gone?

dick gregory says there is no
generational gap but a moral gap

i grow angrier every day at the generation that came before me
'look what you've done for us' i think
and look what you failed to do
what we still have to fix

every word dick gregory said in 1969
to a university it southampton
is still true today
fuck you
and i love you

and the constitution still says
if a government becomes corrupt
it is your duty to abolish that government
oh pretty face of democracy you lie

ganglion roots says that everyone born
from 1982 on will be the ones that changes things
at least, thats what the stars say
can we depend on astronomy?
he may say so

but oppressive forces wouldn't stop
for a second in an attempt
to beat even the stars into submission.