That first post was shit

I wonder if there is some sort of "profanity" requirements to this blog? On my end...like to regulate, or possibly exploit. Will certain words, FALAFEL
be a red flag for the government, or some starving burly gay man? These thoughts are what some nights are.
I hope whoever you are knows what a "some" night may entail. Oh fuck my obscurity! And to what endeavour? My obscurity to seem...I don't know smart? All it's really going to do is convince that burly gay man that maybe just maybe...there's a falafel at the end of this story.

I'm starving again. I need to sit in a corner and bash philosophers...one's with names I can't understand while drunkenly snarling at girls in pleated skirts.

What is causing me to fear and hate my own sex? Or is it just the ones that aren't playing by my rules. By my ideas of society and morals.....

There aren't many...the ones that I wont snarl at or morals.

I'd hate to stick to any one philosophy...or even a good thought. They all seem to tumble down so quickly.

Books pushed out by fucking MTV and republicans getting sucked off by children. Isn't the world beautiful...

You know what's funny. You can bury yourself in a mountain of shit, but it's still shit and you're still buried in it....yup...I didn't have a point with that one.

Look life...it's funny...yeah fucking sadistic at times, but funny. Beauty queens spinning on Heroin kind of funny.

Sex, is funny. All forms. What people let themselves slip into.

labels, scooters, vacations and the Shins mixed up on this screen could turn into Vonnegut dancing in his UNDERWARE.

how to slip in falafel....I had to google it. The word isn't a common one for me, and I even was a tad surprised to read it isn't just like pita bread. Sometimes it's fried...

I'm seriously just taunting that bear right now.