Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Vanity

A Vain Boy

My vanity overcomes me.
You might wonder what I mean.
I mean literally.
Every other second,
I pause to stare in the mirror.
I fancy myself,
In some way
Perhaps I'm pretty
I prefer to say handsome
I don't know a lick of poetry,
(I paused to look up lick - is that really used?)
You see me high as a kite,
thinking, again,
wanting to say,
"No - I lie."
but no,
I don't.


Took a few hits and now I'm completely stoned. I always forget how good it is to be stoned. Either my tolerance level is real low or this is pretty good weed.

Monday, September 11, 2006

The FDA/DEA strikes

I'm pissed. I want some fuckin' GHB, and I don't want to get it from some hustler on the street.

Read up on this. It makes me fuckin' sick. I just read about GHB in this book (Grow Young with HGH) and looked around to buy it - and I found out there's this huge conspiracy of ignorant bureaucrats who vilified it and ultimately made it a SCHEDULE I drug because they're too dumb to do anything better, like test prescription drugs or get coke off the streets.

God help us if this shit continues, cause the government sure ain't going to. Libertarians unite before it's too late!

Sunday, September 10, 2006

Cold-Reading Women

How do you do it? What can I say to these people?

"You seem silly. That's funny. You're very random, aren't you?"

"You're very irrational and emotional, aren't you?"

"You like attention."

Everything I can think about most of these girls applies to all of them, and none are very complimentary.

I'm in a bad mood.