Oh Eugene, you caring mother to "run-aways." You help the people out by making it law not to pump your won gas, that's right! It is illegal to pump your own gas. Absurd, atrocious, or asinine? I saw a 39 year old bumb, homeless man, holding hands and making out with a 15 year old girl, whom he obviously impregnated. Yea! No runaway law, woo! One great thing about this city of Eugene, besides all the woodchip prefontaine running trails, is that they sell Raw unhomogenized unpasteurized Goat's Milk. Delicious. For all those who are skeptics let me say this, you're dumb. Good, now go educate yourself before you regurgitate what you think you know.
Eugene, you have a great campus, U of O, with many bike lanes. I especially love how there are trees everywhere so so so very high in the sky. Some with green growing on their brown bark, even yellow! Your forests are full of mushrooms, and squirrels that like to be hand fed, spoiled critters. If I was homeless the first thing I would do is, well... bang all the young runaways, but the second thing I would do is eat me some squirrels, seeing how they are so easy to seduce. This city is very clean when it comes to breathing air, or so it seems. Though I still see chem trails clutter my sunshine. Should be illegal blocking out the sun like that, damn jet fueled planes, WTFET.
To be cont...
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Sorry, your not allowed in because you have a blanket
Wow Portlandia, Panera discriminates people with blanket's. For all you mothers out there with babies who like to carry their blankets around, you are not allowed in Panera, solemnly because your baby might go to sleep in the coffee /sandwich shop.
I arrived in Portland about 3 hours ago. After peeing, eating ($8:45 sandwich), then decafinating, I leave the airport, with a state map and Tran (transportation schedule. But not before running into an older slim black man with sunglasses on, indoors on a low lit cloudy day. He tells me the beautiful women are in Eugene, and I need to go down there now. We talk about mushrooms. I tell him I want to walk the mountainous terrain and search for mushrooms, Amanita muscaris. Before I left Texas, Shannon actually showed me some she had growing in her ally. If you don't know, these mushrooms are "Magical!"
He tells me people here have festivals where people eat mushrooms, get naked, and dance. Awesome! I guarantee none of those people work at 4143 NE Halsey Panera, where I was greeted before entering the second set of double doors after politely holding the door open for others to exit, they all smiled at me. And so did the female employee who approached me and said, "sorry, I can't let you in" " why not???" " because we don't allow people with blankets in here." I just got off the plane from Dallas Texas, I have a travel pack with a yoga mat and rolled up yoga blanket, Native American Indian style. Oh and by the way, they have no remorse if it's raining either. Anyway, fuck Panera, Jazzkat's is more welcoming. And they enjoy serving people, and I enjoy buying coffee from them.
By the way, ironically funny, the Panera I am writing about is a non-profit Panera. The profits they make are donated to the homeless in Portland. Ya, makes a lot of sense doesn't it.
I arrived in Portland about 3 hours ago. After peeing, eating ($8:45 sandwich), then decafinating, I leave the airport, with a state map and Tran (transportation schedule. But not before running into an older slim black man with sunglasses on, indoors on a low lit cloudy day. He tells me the beautiful women are in Eugene, and I need to go down there now. We talk about mushrooms. I tell him I want to walk the mountainous terrain and search for mushrooms, Amanita muscaris. Before I left Texas, Shannon actually showed me some she had growing in her ally. If you don't know, these mushrooms are "Magical!"
He tells me people here have festivals where people eat mushrooms, get naked, and dance. Awesome! I guarantee none of those people work at 4143 NE Halsey Panera, where I was greeted before entering the second set of double doors after politely holding the door open for others to exit, they all smiled at me. And so did the female employee who approached me and said, "sorry, I can't let you in" " why not???" " because we don't allow people with blankets in here." I just got off the plane from Dallas Texas, I have a travel pack with a yoga mat and rolled up yoga blanket, Native American Indian style. Oh and by the way, they have no remorse if it's raining either. Anyway, fuck Panera, Jazzkat's is more welcoming. And they enjoy serving people, and I enjoy buying coffee from them.
By the way, ironically funny, the Panera I am writing about is a non-profit Panera. The profits they make are donated to the homeless in Portland. Ya, makes a lot of sense doesn't it.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Pointless to be polite
Pleasure - life's desires to satisfy, a crave such as hunger or thirst. Pleasure is something you can play with, and get too comfortable with. After all, life is survival. Pleasure is a luxury to us humans, intelligence to know and understand. To all other animals, instinct; an over whelming sensation that automatically controls action without thought, generally to the animals benefit.
Life is to easy, pleasure is taken advantage of. Bliss will been painful and blameful for our future; really laziness. Too individualized in our modern day. And yet so over populated. Caught in the net of mass production. We use without out replenishing, we are the only species to do this without being extinct? We are the only animals to trace are species but what's the point, we haven't improved upon much as a worldwide community. Publicity through television. What if you had no eyes? Radio, what if you could not hear? We bury Radio Active Nuclear Waste, 500 tons of it in West Texas. How does that benefit Texas? Or the world for that matter. Who the fuck made money in that deal and who paid for it. The Rich. The powerful will survive. Let's hope they teach their kids how too; after they stop ruining the world. Otherwise it's pointless to be polite.
Power is not what you posses, it is what you can hold on to. Some are meant to have it, some will never have it, and other will destroy it. Let's just hope the power they posses is not us.
Life is to easy, pleasure is taken advantage of. Bliss will been painful and blameful for our future; really laziness. Too individualized in our modern day. And yet so over populated. Caught in the net of mass production. We use without out replenishing, we are the only species to do this without being extinct? We are the only animals to trace are species but what's the point, we haven't improved upon much as a worldwide community. Publicity through television. What if you had no eyes? Radio, what if you could not hear? We bury Radio Active Nuclear Waste, 500 tons of it in West Texas. How does that benefit Texas? Or the world for that matter. Who the fuck made money in that deal and who paid for it. The Rich. The powerful will survive. Let's hope they teach their kids how too; after they stop ruining the world. Otherwise it's pointless to be polite.
Power is not what you posses, it is what you can hold on to. Some are meant to have it, some will never have it, and other will destroy it. Let's just hope the power they posses is not us.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Fasting
Hello, you. I am not eating for 10 days. Crazy? Eh, pretty normal considering my life. For example, here is what happened today.
Woke up with stomach rumbling like tsunami waves, after not eating at all yesterday. Laxative from last night feels like a 20 (about 9 kilos) pound weight on my bladder, I mix 2 table spoons full of salt (uniodized sea salt) with 14 ounces of water. I drink carefully trying not to puke, takes about 5 minutes. I walk, I stumble, stomach again rumbles. I run to the bathroom. After three hours and tanning naked in my back yard, and drinking 7 glasses of water, I feel good again. I take my mother her bike. Walking back a gay guy approaches me (in his car) as I walk on the sidewalk, offering to pay to suck my... yep, gay guys are just as horny and desperate as single straight guys. I make it home after a strange girl honks at me in her red Honda Civic. Guys with mustaches get a lot of attention where I live.
Home. I swing on the porch. I read Tolstoy. I read a "learn spanish yourself book." The bushes shake, dead leaves move and the cat emerges with a lizard in her mouth. Dog is in chase. Hungry, so I drink water. Marijuana seeds will not grow, bummer! Puppy tomorrow, music school cost too much, those reasonable discount. Girlfriend watches friend's baby. She loves babies. Hot tubes sterilize seaman. Thank God. Gas is high. I learn too play "Coldplay" on piano. Watch the History channel. I wonder... why is my life so pointless, simple pleasures keep me floating. I worry what will happen when I'm bored with life. Suicide seems eminent in the future.
Woke up with stomach rumbling like tsunami waves, after not eating at all yesterday. Laxative from last night feels like a 20 (about 9 kilos) pound weight on my bladder, I mix 2 table spoons full of salt (uniodized sea salt) with 14 ounces of water. I drink carefully trying not to puke, takes about 5 minutes. I walk, I stumble, stomach again rumbles. I run to the bathroom. After three hours and tanning naked in my back yard, and drinking 7 glasses of water, I feel good again. I take my mother her bike. Walking back a gay guy approaches me (in his car) as I walk on the sidewalk, offering to pay to suck my... yep, gay guys are just as horny and desperate as single straight guys. I make it home after a strange girl honks at me in her red Honda Civic. Guys with mustaches get a lot of attention where I live.
Home. I swing on the porch. I read Tolstoy. I read a "learn spanish yourself book." The bushes shake, dead leaves move and the cat emerges with a lizard in her mouth. Dog is in chase. Hungry, so I drink water. Marijuana seeds will not grow, bummer! Puppy tomorrow, music school cost too much, those reasonable discount. Girlfriend watches friend's baby. She loves babies. Hot tubes sterilize seaman. Thank God. Gas is high. I learn too play "Coldplay" on piano. Watch the History channel. I wonder... why is my life so pointless, simple pleasures keep me floating. I worry what will happen when I'm bored with life. Suicide seems eminent in the future.
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