I was handed my machine gun today in a column of others there for the same reason.

We spent the entirety of the pay hours relearning its functions. My fingers are sour with iron and pot metal.

A lot went down in my mind watching my muscles and bones from my shoulders down open close and contort around the machine and its counterparts and it's bullets that may sear and burn the muscles and bones of another man so that he will not enjoy a rest and a hot meal that night.

These officials and creators have composed an appearance of idolatry of which I am a subsequent functioning individual by contract. My body may be gutted like a fish by reason of this contract.

Everything else I have learned as a young adult have become trivial memories compared to thoughts of these things.

I have to tailor the suit we are all given as men, day by day.

ALERT! ALERT!

** OUR DADDY'S HIGH SCHOOL PIN UP GIRL IS NO MORE **

** YOU WILL SHIT A BRICK IF YOU MOVE FROM MISSISSIPPI TO OREGON **

** SOME BEE GEES TUNES ARE JUST DOGS COOL WHEN STRETCHED OVER MULTIPLE GENRES **

** A 2/4 SINGLE VERSE RIFF IN MINOR PENTATONIC MODULATING THROUGH A FULL MAJOR 4/4 VERSE SHOULD ONLY BE STACKED BY IT'S PHRYGIAN COUNTERPART ONCE AND NO MORE THEN ONCE ON THE FIRST TURN AROUND NOT THE BRIDGE **

** DAVE GROHL HAS PROVEN IT IS POSSIBLE TO FACILITATE SINGING WHILE BEING WITHOUT A PROMINENT INFRANASAL DEPRESSION **


** THE CHILI PEPPERS ARE LIKE A TEDDY BEAR HUG ME BAND, YOU CAN NEVER BE MAD AT THEM EVERY SONG SEEMS JUST TOO GOOD TO RATE LESS THEN 5 OUT OF 5 **

** IF ANOTHER ASSHOLE MISTAKENS MAGGOT BRAIN FOR A SONG ORIGINALLY INTENDED TO BE DESTROYED BY A COVER THEY WILL EAT THEIR OWN BALLS **

** THESE POSTS WERE OGRINALLY INTENDED NOT TO HAVE IMAGES BUT THEY DO , THEY DO **

The simple things in life..more like the exosphere of the atmosphere above those empty hills way over yonder where no one's been because it's boring as shit over there. That's how I would describe things like Go Magazine. I'm sure there will be one waiting for me when I grab isle seat 12C on my flight home... or maybe a Family Circle magazine instead but definitely Sky Mall. Seriously who needs a $30 grey zombie Gnome climbing out of their tomato garden? I bet frusciante has one to remind him of his 93 '94' days. I think the zombie actually had teeth though.

There are these long expired, and or completely substance milked grey areas in life that are just so overly simplified and arbitrarily placed it's like one of those 'Dylan Recommends' albums. Just a collection self sustaining repetitious, uninspiring and totally irrelevant things where someone should have just stamped Null and Void.

Obviously another case of myself poking fun at something simply because I am barely better.

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...sorry the zombie is actually 89.99.

10 hour blackout

Brad Paisley, who the shit is that. I mean yeah I saw his pink tele in my guitar players subscription and could tell he was country by the maple fretboard, but as far as his creative projects I could give a shit. Well who can forget Sterns soft maple tele behind Miles Davis, not me, but it sure as hell wasn't the color of niple.

They were handing 24 ozcans of Bud to 14 year olds (maybe just an attempt at mass reduction of terrible a mistake in beer)

Probably just as much beer consumption throughout, as an unforgettable DMB concert, though the authority presence was below minimal. What a lifestyle, now I know why people wear those 'kiss my ass if you don't like country' trucker hats....well no I don't, maybe they just lost a bet.

Serpiente

Something to be said about the Serpent. The presence of the strange, slithering, animal inside of us, the devils whisper on our shoulder. From the beginning of creation in all collective beliefs and individual minds it is described as a symbol of sin by the conservative yet a being of wisdom by the opportunist.

The Mayans decorated the Serpent with a face and jewels and called him Vision. The Catholics left it as a scaly, beady, sexually sinful looking worm only to be mentioned once at the moment of grace. Though it still is commonly regarded as an unwavering entity with a prospective momentum in deviation and desire.

I imagine when one encounters a traumatic event and slips into a subconscious state, for instance witnessing a murder, carrying out a murder, or more significantly being the victim of murder or rape (being bitten is much more intrusive to the soul then the aggressor) that is the apparent time where you hear the rattle of the Serpents tail, his bone chilling hiss in accordance with the distress as the detriment to finding the 'center'. The best description I could find to the truth, when one is noxious in his journey into his center reason of creation rather then towards the sky for answers. The Serpent sits a closer plain then God, though he is just as acquainted with the truth and he will bid it for you.