I had a dream in which for some reason or another I had to go to jail. while there I was introduced to Clarence 13X, who turned out to be a fairly deisel fellow with a short conk hairdo.

Clarence was seated on a toilet seat and I felt bad in introducing myelf to him in such a situation. I said "Peace, god." as he shook my hand, that phrase sounding dumb even to myself in the dream. Clarence was surrounded by members of the prison office staff, all of them seated together at small wooden tables talking amongst themselves quietly. None of them seemed to be wary of their safety as members of the general prison population were walking by or just lingering about in close proximity to them with no sign of gaurds anywhere in sight. In fact this scene seemed more like a cafeteria than a prison, and this made me really nervous. I was expecting a prison riot to break out at any moment with the prisoners taking these care free members of the staff as their first hostages.

I had no desire to be involved in a riot so I made my way away from Clarence and these office workers to my bedroom within the prison where two double size beds occupied the room, on one of which lay my grandmother. I addressed her by my aunt's name and she laughed at me for this mistake. Not being able to recall what my grandmother's name was, I simply kissed her on her cheek and said "Goodbye, old woman. I have to leave. I have a show". She laughed again.

I gathered my things and went to see the warden. She was a blonde woman in her late thirties. I explained that I had to leave prison so I could perform a plastic little show later on that night. She thanked me for serving my time, which was only a day and gave me permission to leave the prison.

The time for drinks is over.

Bring on the country music.

The future is great.

The crystals on my beard tell you that I was there.

I'm faded.
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Don't eat this garbage.

Dr. Praeger's California Style Veggie Burgers. They tatse like dog pee marinated cabbage bits held together with sand. Deesgusting. I only eat it because there's nothing else in my fridge, and my roomate's parents bought him a box of like 50, but he won't even touch them, they're so bad. I pretty much try to stay away from this shit, but every now and then i fool myself by saying "If I put enough ketchup on this burger, it'll taste alright." But that never works.



Dr. Praeger. The 'chef' himself. Look at him. Does he look like a nutritional specialist? He looks like a rapist with a stethoscope on. Don't eat anything with his name on it, lest your tongue be tainted by his foul potions.

Note to the 6 people that read this:

I am going to try my haaaaaardest to update this peice of shit blog. Like I said in my original post; i don't do much. Actually i do do stuff, but i'm busy doing it, and most of it is personal nonsense that you would find boring anyway, so why post it? But such questions assail the nature of the blog itself, so i'll stop posing them. Enjoy my desert of words.





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It was cold as fuck out tonight.






As I was riding my bike home I saw a billboard for Cinderella 3 on DVD. When the fuck did part 2 come out?