thunder only happens when it's raining....

happy 4/21.

as usual, stoners are a little late.

real stoners that is.

i'm a little sick and tired of the 420 bullshit, to be quite honest. i have been for about 4 years. now, it seems that it's every goddamn 20 year old punk that doesn't even know what a goddamn "lid" means is telling me it's 4:20. listening to sublime and talking about what a fucking genius bradley knoll is and wearing their thrift shop pearl snaps and half their fucking underwear hanging out and their goddamn mesh caps on sideways and tattoos above their ass and on their hips and neck. gimme a fucking break. go listen to some bob dylan or willie and shut the fuck up. fuck 420. and fuck bradley knoll. what kind of fucking idiot tells his parents he's going to try heroin for a while to help his writing? he overdosed. what a shock. yeah, bradley knoll is about as much a genius as the warren brothers. fuck it.

and fuck all you motherfuckerz...

i'll write on this when i'm goddamn good and ready. you got that. if you don't like it, then get the fuck out of here. leave me alone. i don't need you. i don't need this and i don't give a flying fuck if you wanna buy every goddamn cd and shirt that i have. kiss my fat fucking ass.

agree with nothing.
hold contempt for everything.
despise the majority.
welcome loneliness.
talk to yourself and wander aimlessly.
question authority.
stand on your head and recite poetry.
listen to cd's on your record player.
ask no one.
trust only yourself and only do that in the morning.
take cold showers in december.
sit in a closet for hours.
slam your finger in a door.
skateboard in your mind and scrape your knees on pavement.
eat bananas and scratch your balls.
piss in the sink.
egg your own car.
toilet paper your house.
talk on the phone to some guy in ecuador in broken spanish.
change your name to humperdink.
never use a clock.
read magazines backwards.
put a live chicken in your underwear.
watch gilligan's island and laugh uncontrollably.
stick your fingers in your ears and hold your breath.
cross your eyes and see straight.
shit a diamond and cut glass.
but most importantly,
leave me the fuck alone.


sock it to me one more time,

scott