Wednesday, September 29, 2004




you never know whose fucking side anybody is on, and if I taught you nothing else, know this, that things ain’t always, in fact, almost never, what they seem. Even to the degree that they might be switching shit up just to make you think opposite that to which you would normally think, ya dig? It’s too real. Imagine yourself in some kinda fukn oasis, ocean spray, palm trees, drinking out of like a fukn coconut or some shit, and it’s like the 28th day of the month and yer like, shit, it’s all gravy, I mean, there is no stress in any indicator level blinking, nothing, and then suddenly, the electrolyte transmitter’s backup system craps out and outta nowhere you’re in this room, but yo like a conference room, and you’re like strapped to this table, with all these electrodes clipped onto various junctions of your physicality, and it’s like all these people in suits and business blouses are like writing down notes and reading figures off of alien looking machines and shit like that, and even when you wake up and start screaming they pay you no mind and just keep scribbling shit on their secret papers.