Tobaccy and Rootbeer Barrels- Fuel for the First Post

Ah, blogging. The fine art of draining your main brain of its dross, funneling it through yer fingers, fermenting it with electronics, and finally, delivering your final package to the enduser. Nothing like coming home to a crapload of confusing conjectures meant to con the Confucious right out of your conciousness, eh? Well, enough of this literary masturbation. I'm sitting here shmokin', listening to Free, and eating root beer barrels Lukezy's aunt brought. Thank you to all three of you. Root beer barrels goood.

I also want to thank Isabella and my roomate, Lukezy for introducing me to the wonderful vice of blogging. It's cheaper than crack or religion and, so they say, far more cathartic. The cathartic part is yet to be seen, but as I've been quiet in penform for a few months, I think I'm gonna enjoy this. I got a few grittyly grit-tastically greasy real-life teeth-and-ass-clenching stories up my sleeve as well, so I think y'all (being the great unknown mice-wielding folk out there) will enjoy this too. For maximum effect, I recommend lighting a cigarette when reading here- I've noticed smoking when dealing with abstractions like words and difficult people is good for you, and besides, our shared death pact will bring us closer. Seriously.

So to fill you in a bit, I just got myself a job after a month of sweet, sweet unemployment. Even root beer barrels cannot match the sticky satisfaction of waking up at close to noon and realizing the only thing on the agenda is "do whatever the fuck you want." Unfortunately, I now have to yoke up and drag the line again, but I don't mind it much. Ya gots to work for that Green Oxygen (Look on the periodic table under $2) and my expansive college student bank account is getting about as impressive as a half-melted ice cube. I am working at an Italian cafe in Walnut Creek, serving espresso and eggplant parmesean to the masses. Tips are good. Someday I might actually be able to afford more than psychotropics, coffee and the "Potato and Top Ramen with Miscellanious In It" diet.

I discovered today that espresso is free for employees, which should be ideal for kicking my wandering mind and stuttering attention span into overdrive. YAY! Funny- as I strive for lucidity in my communications, part of me strangely wants to be incomprehensible. I really like tunes like Glass Onion and I am the Walrus, or Brautigan's Revenge of the Lawn writing. And ya can't forget about e.e. cummings. You gotta be cool not to Kapitalize your name. Lennon, e.e and others were onto something with the disintegration of the borders between the definitions of words. I think words sound so good melting together, don't you? "Ffffffffffffft... hng.... that's some good f*ckin vocab. You want a hit?" Speaking in tongues. Maybe I should go Pentecostal or get me one of them lobotomies I keep hearing about. Frontal lobes are overrated. It would be so cool if I could talk like a print factory exploding! Maybe one day, when I master my neurolinguistic pathways... one fine day when I can walk, jackbooted, yet bowlegged and drunk, thru the streets of tommorrow, rambling and gibbering shit that shorts people's grammar functions, monkeywrenches the english language, and annihilates any rational train of thought...

fucyone want another cup of coffee?k, an?

Some people might balk at mixing linguistics and philosophy with rambling, but this is my damn blog and I have to mark my territory. Consider it marked, yo.
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