I do not think an enormous permanent underclass is a very good thing to have if you're attempting to operate something that at least pretends sometimes to be a democracy.
there's likely to be one in spite of best efforts on macro levels. best thing would be to "war" against violence, and pester V's sources.
I suspect I have spent just about exactly as much time actually writing as the average person my age has spent watching television, and that, as much as anything, may be the real secret here.
Yeah, it is the secret. I promise I'll do better, but it's the playoffs, man. The freaks are out in Oakland. fantastic games. J E T S jest just jets. But I'm doing this concurrently, which I've been able to accomplish alright.
Today I am of the opinion, experientially, that the supposedly visionary aspects of any drug experience, regardless of how marvelous-seeming at the time (or how cocktail-lounge banal) represent no more than a tweaking of incoming stimuli. �??But you�??re drowning in the waters the mystics walked on,�?� said a saddened theologian to Leary and Alpert, early on, when they had explained the import of Dr. Hoffman�??s benison. When I first read that, I assumed that this guy was just some sour-faced killjoy. In long retrospect, now, I think he may actually have been trying to tell them something.
Mr. Gibson has a weblog of sorts. Seems like a new-year's resolution of some sort.
linkI feel like I'm feeling sorry for myself or something...I'm so pathetic. I just need to express my feelings, even if they are selfish. Next to my cat, this is the only place I feel comfortable expressing myself. No friends around here, and I'm sure the internet friends that I do have get sick of me and my problems so I try to be minimal but it's hard...which by the way I'm losing tons of them too. That's probably why. But anyhow lookie lookie, feeling sorry again. No one is online, I should just watch T.V., Probably find some depressing show and eat cupcakes, sounds like a plan...emotionally eating yay. Too bad I don't have any chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, that sounds really good right now, and usually makes me feel a bit better. Perhaps I can find some British humor on television, that usually lightens things up. Too bad my burned CD of sappy love songs has been left at my cousin's house. It would be comforting right now, and how sad this may seem, I'm too lazy to open Grokster. Some little orange things always pop up and then I get a million other boxes after that...I hate fighting with the fuckers. Anyhow, I'm physically tired, but not exactly mentally. Like Derek said. I know I should go to sleep, but my mind won't let me resign to sleep.
