My hands are not my words.

The woods are full of garbage. I don't get it. Why do all the houses in my neighborhood look like no one lives there... And, yet the surrounding woods look like people have been weekending there for the last year!? The lawns are brown and unshorn; the blinds in the windows are drawn. The driveway is empty with the cars, I assume locked away inside. I bet they are full of shit though... Tvs, computers, Michelina's frozen dinner boxes spilling over the trash can next to a sink full of dirty dishes. There probably isn't anyone home, though. They are at work, where they stay a good eight hours a day so they can afford those tvs and frozen boxes full of shit that is barely food. Regardless, my point is, if your house if full of garbage and shit you don't need then why are the woods? You don't own the woods. You have no right to put your shit there. Your old tvs, dressers, tires, frozen shit-food boxes... They don't belong there. Put it in your shitty yard. Not in my secret druid pond! In fact! You know who owns that pond full of shit, and those woods? Some real estate company. It's zoned industrial! Priced to sell, I bet...

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Music is the same as books. Science is the same as God. We own nothing. I am on the internet too much. Boycott Wal-Mart. Shop at Publix... I don't care, just do something. I will see the woods and crickets tomorrow hopefully. But, not you. I'll need new lips soon. Maybe I'll get scars instead.

Remember, I am a sociopath.

UMMA DROOD.

Today I found a pond in the woods. Thanks to google earth that is... I am not sure I trust such an innovation... Maybe that is because I am paranoid, or that I have a certain fondness for the thrill of exploration. Not much compares to stomping through the woods, hacking at the bush, climbing trees to get a better view of the world under your feet and heading off in the most interesting looking direction... Next time I use the Robots as a guideline.

The pond was disgusting, by the way. It was black and frothy, and full of bugs. There was a chair sunken in it, the remnants of a boat and other many tiny pieces of pollutants. I want to clean it up. Who wants to help?

Also, for my own personal agenda, listen King Crimson's album In The Wake of Poseidon.

For the sake of redundancy...

Couldn't have said it better myself!

I want tea.

I love George Orwell...

That is all. Marry me wilderness!

Jabberwocky

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
-Lewis Carroll

I feel like I have something to say, but no way to say it. So fucking typical.

In open-range I see the sea,
and seize besiegingly
the waves and waters salt and feed.
Not beholden to moral boundaries;
I beseech the nature's orrificees!

God, I make myself laugh so hard sometimes.

Build a boat,

I'd like to be a sailor, or anything else that isn't a slave to wage labor. I'd like to build my own house. It is currently my only plan. Scrimp and save and get an education as something to fall back on.

Less importantly... I wonder what kind of badass tax breaks I can get if I create a religion...

Plants Vs. Zombies is good.

Buy it if you can, steal it if you can't.

Video Games and, inherently, computers are two of the few commodities I endorse. Hypocrite? Maybe.

Fight me. You won't.

My head is full of doom. I wish I did drugs so I could appreciate this music more completely.