My Environmental Dream for June 4th

I want my walk on the cobblestone in the dark with the spirits and the
blonde. Leather and latex, fit as a fiddle, ready to kill and lipstick
to match.

There is no hope for the future. Higher prices and increased control of everything I like.

Why would you want to drive and not make noise, love in a latex sheath, grow only to be less attractive, save only to spend it on dying. The worst is to watch little shits who inherit what some man has worked for his whole life only to buy pool tables, gamble, pay for homey cars with rims, and whore your fat ass all over town. Why did the man work so you could be a piece of fucking trash?

I want to and will walk. I want to and will do the few writes I need to stop the death hunt. I will not find the one I am looking for. I need to be by me. I have been by me too long to not be. I do not know how to be at peace, I never want to be. How could you know if you never felt it?

Please let me be an Angel for the ones who never understood why it matters that you just are the way you are. Remember all the ones who were old when they were young and pretty on the outside, now they talk of the past as if it were the best days of their lives. Dumbfucks. I dream of laying out whitey for penance sake.... Give me a dealers chance of redemption and maybe one less pain for their future victims of choice.

Free will is my burden. I choose not to listen. Hit the Road, Jack. Hit the Road, Dax. Hit the Road. I will never come back. I choose to come back again. I will never make the same mistake. I never want to want a boat.

A boat is the symbol for what is entirely wrong with everything. This is for me. A boat is a symbol of too much time. Too much of the Jones'. Too much of the faction of former football players and beauty queens dreaming of yesteryear. Too much is too much. Barnacles have to be scraped. Drydock is always a necessity. Ahoy, Whore!

Shove the boat up your ass and see if you float. You are full of shit. If I hear one ounce of questioning, go away, your concern is never needed. What is needed is for me to be me and never buy a boat. Now, I smile from ear to ear. Pain shared is Pain lessened. Thanx NA. I am glad I am a recovering Addict.

Lie to me but do it with sincerity. C'mon and lay with me and tell me I am the only one. Tell me you love me. AHHA! Depeche Mode has the answers.

I really hope I upset the progressive thinking and peaceful douchebags. I remember a time when Paranoia of what some douche thought of me may rule and guide. Fuck that shit. I will not go down being liked.