I made this girl called bullshit give my brother head for a fix

I can't wait for summer. Staying out till dark, skateboarding and spraypainting the suburbs. Climbing trees and smoking pot on the beach. Brinigin my ghetto blaster with me everywhere I go. Last night I had one of those fucked up dreams again. This time I was with Steffen at this really strange big city made of wood and bricks in the middle of the forrest on a island. We had arrived there in a rowboat. There were gypsys and markets everywhere and the sky was constantly all crimson and stuff. We had no place to stay and were brought over by this old flameeater artist who lived in a tower of bricks, he gave us this strange dreamingdust that we were supposed to eat. After doing so we were attacked by gigantic waves that ate the entire city and turned everything into mud and sand. So we had to leave in our rowboat, later after days of roaming the sea we found this old tavern construccted on a bridge on top of the water where we stayed for a while. It's probably the best dream I've had in ages so I write it down here to remember it. Other than that we had the first official Meth Grinder jamming session today. We raped a black flag song and came up with some ideas about playing at this gig. Life is good and so is Agents of Change.

exodus:21-17

Yeah, next to this blog and the school blog that I never update I've also gotten myself a handy little mp3 blog full of hard to find underground shit. Ch-ch-check it out. Show your support!

What the fuck happened to mr. Rogers?

I'm sleepless. Sleepless like a methfreak on his seventh day on the dust at a Atari Teenage Riot marathon... and yeah.. star wars and shit. Anyway, it feels like I am becoming more and more aware of myself, mainly my flaws. It's fucked up. The other day a friend of mine commented that he partly had lost his respect for me after a certain incident. I just froze and suddenly realized, what the fuck am I doing here? I am probably the last person in the world I would want to hang out with if I was someone else. My entire life is refering to lyrics, pretending to know it all yet having answers to nothing. I sit late at night and nod to the thought of my own ideas and completely forgets about reflecting around them, my ideas are as shallow as myself.
I am childish, annoying, unrealistic and disoriented. What the fuck? I copy everything around me and try to shape it into identity. I have ideals I can't back up and yet I follow them. I am too queer for the straight and too straight for the queer. Avoiding everything and constantly ending up confronting shit and backing out from it. I rip off and fuck up. Is this really who I am? If I try to look at myself as another person I think I'd actually ditch me and go hang out with someone else. I think I'd actually be talking about myself behind my back, honestly.
Even now, my confessions of selfawareness and acceptance of a new level of low self esteem I am whining over a fucking blog and calling it a personal revolution.
What the fuck is going on?
I am scared shitless.

Now with 80% less suck

Alright, so I'm sitting here, sober (first wrong step). Trying to find a way to pass my time, as usual I end up browsing random crack rock steady and general folk punk bands. All of a sudden I end up finding a band called Desertpunk with a myspace DP saying "smoke crack, hail satan" naturally, I am amazed to find such a band from norway and I enter their profile. That was the second step in the wrong direction.
I am clicking myself into their webpage and I find myself to be overwhelmed by flashy 3d animations and burning skulls like it's 1996. I think: goddamnit these guys use such cheesy graphics they gotta be sarcastic and click it... I click the fucking play button without thinking about the consequences. So all without any warning I am kicked in the head by the hard brutal truth about norwegian bands with cheesy graphics...

Soulless is the only word that can describe the sounds that are scratching my ears until they start bleeding out of pure abuse: Soullessness. It is like five seconds of pure, lyrical and musical rape. It's not that it's too fast or too hard or anything like that, it's not like the lyrics are too cheezy or anything like that... It's just so fucking lame. I realize by that second why I don't listen to rock music. It's the fucking dullest shit I ever heard and the lyrics sounds like something I couldn't even have pulled out of my blooddripping mangina. They're really that lame, making references to rocky movies and making the most dull, halfdrunk lovesongs that wouldn't even appear in my most distant nightmares.
Rock music in general suck, I mean, we have like fucking Turbonegro that tries to rebel through songs about destruction and beer and the most cheezy gimmicks, then we have nickleback and all those lame bands that never comes up with anything but the same whining moodless crap. I could mention about a million other bands that I hate but I won't take the time. I can even find this shit crawling up the creek making filthy filthy subgenres. Like this norwegian so called ska-rock band I found... it just sounds like pure monotone, mindless bullshit. If you find punk rock I don't like, it is either because of the ideals in the music, that it's too metally or the main reason: because it sounds too much like these fucking assholes.
I fucking hate rock music. Sure, you can go whining about how "if there wasn't rock music, there would never be ska or punk rock or crack rock steady or anything". Does it look like I fucking care? I hate the Beatles, I hate the rolling stones, I hate the Ramones and I hate every other fucking so called mother of modern rock. All these bands are fucking lame and it doesn't matter how many times you go on about origins, because I really don't care, I'm so glad I didn't have to suffer through the 70's because I'd have to be left with only a few amounts of bands who were not very different in style or musical direction. I'd rather die in the jazz age cause at least they could serve me some proper shit. Real proto dancehall. I know this sounds fucked up but I love the music that gets out today, Mad Conductor, Stupid Stupid Henchmen, Limp Wrist, Eskatol, Defiance, Ohio, Streetlight Manifesto and SMK, all these lovely bands that just takes as much distant from general rock music as possible. I don't even remember that there are such bands out there like U2, The Killers and Radiohead because I don't ever have to listen to it. I don't ever have to forcefeed myself with their bullshit and I can honestly say I've heard four greendays songs for the last five years. Ir might be ignorant, but hell , at least I'm safe for suffering through their corporate bullshit.
Piss out y'all
- V

Crack cocaine lolipop

Sorry about the poetry bullshit but I swear I'll start posting proper, reflecting blog posts again. Just kinda fell off the edge lately face-first.

Bruised knees bruised knees
Give me fucking bruised up knees
Blahblahblahblah

When I'm sitting on the wall covering my bullshit palace of incomplete downloads
and dreams about running from the cops again
Sociopathy sociopathy sociopathy sociopathy sociopathy fuck myself all over the place

Pacifist V is a zombie give me Deli give me death
Give me speed give me excitement give me trouble
Gimme gimme gimme I need some more
Gimme gimme gimme don't ask what f-f-f-fuckhead fsfdoiasdrhjfueifhklsdafjløadjfalscCRRACKKKKKKKKZASHITZNIK.

Pacified myself all over the place
Who would have thought I would live to see my own future?
Who would have thought your hard, slimy member would penetrate me and I would accept it?

Not me, that's for sure.

I can't write about lost love, I can write about blowing up buildings.

Die! Then we're even.

So yeah, new year, new conflicts, new situationist comedies and new b-b-b-b-BULLSHIT.
Recently my life has been focused on getting arrested in the tenth richest town in norway by yet another band of hating Mallcops, I really do feel pity for them... I've also been reading a lot and been to a few protests against the Gaza holocaust. Last thursday I had to run from two cops with teargass. It was pretty fun, some kids smashed a McDonalds, all located by Oslo's most central shopping street. Now you may complain and start bitchin', going "how does fucking up your own country help Palestine?" Who the fuck said I'm in this for Palestine? Sure, I want solidarity and equal rights for everyone, and ofcourse I want the Israeli forces the fuck out of Gaza. But what really sickens me is how world's most domestic Empire walks over and takes the party of the Israeli government. I mean, I'm not one to judge a nation by it's government but the symbolism and idealism Israel forces express makes me wanna vomit. I do not smash window out of frustration because of one event, I do it cause of the intense non-stopping destruction of our liberty, the privatist bullshit that creates a market only for the buyhappies and leaves little left for youth or a collective way of mind, the streets do no longer belong to us and I shed a tear as I see important, highstanding people from inside the norwegian government sympathizing with the imperealist shitheads. Our government has been cooperating with oppressing americanized organizations since the 1940's and it seriously scares me.

Piss and love
- V

Columbine Rerun

Alright, V here. Back in action hopefully for a longterm this time. I am free, motherfuckers. I am chilling out curing my flu with a fuck lot of beer and mushroom soup (not the psychedelic kind of shrooms, y'know... just shrooms.)while typing these inspiring words supplying your little minds with that fine scent of selfdestruction while kickin' to the tunes of the Union Jack/Gerbs split I found in my mailbox just the other day. I am currently animal-free, oppression-free and most important of all institution-free. At home I have a gram of salvia awaiting my and a new years eve that will possibly send me into a coma. Freedom is taken, never given. You have to take it back. Sometimes that means kicking the motherfuckers in the teeth, sometimes it means sending a very sharp letter to some facist jerking off to the american stock market. I'm looking forward to tomorow when I'll be back on my feet and ready to roam the streets once again. All things concidered we're basically fucked.
Piss out, bitches
- V

Mr Rogers has returned to the building

… It’s 9:30 PM and it’s Sunday, 7th December. This is my confession.

The drugs are kicking in, the amphetamine is playing pinball inside my slowly rotting animated corpse and it is my ex girlfriend’s birthday today.

My little fortress of solitude currently consists of: Four very pale, white walls with a few show posters, drawings, some copies of old soviet propaganda, a desk where I can work, a window that’s never possible to see through because I never open my curtains, various empty teacups, a lamp, a vinyl player and laundry and not-so dirty laundry all over these two metres of space. I live a life without impulses. I am institutionalized.

Between these four walls I spend most of the time I have left praising my teenage sense of so called “self-destruction”. But do not cry for me, because staying at this pathetic excuse of a prison holds nothing but opportunities. I see strategies, I see ways to escape, I see ways of keeping this from happening again without giving up my independence, freedom and general love for life.

I stopped smoking because it’s stupid and I don’t see why I need cigarettes for anything else then joints. Paternacide by Morning Glory starts spinnin’ as I enter a sort of psychosis/revelation. I am not here because of drug problems. I am here because I made a mistake, because I got careless, because I forgot how to dodge their game. This is not a confession of my previous “crimes” or “sins” or whatever the fuck you wanna call it.

This is a confession of my carelessness, a confession for that I accepted the avoidable, I am confessing that I on purpose sat down in the back of a social therapist’s Volvo and let the fucker drive me off to a fucking social apartment to rot away until I was ready to face their bullshit with a smile that even Mr Rogers would approve as fake. Forgive me, Satan for I have sinned…

Der Pansersvin

Boredom leads to crime, crime leads to excitement, excitement motivates crime.
You do the math.

3 things that annoy me

Right now , I'm too lazy to care.
I'm pissed off about the election and that the majority of voters in the US are urban-hating suitmonkeys and inbreed, racist rednecks.
Another thing that annoys me is the establishments around me and the third thing is that unless I create a seperate blog for school asignments I'll have to post a fictional article about a fairy tale here..

Only anarchists are pretty, I'm a motherfucking poet.

I've started writing a lot of poems lately. I've only shown them to Mats and Dariok so far but I hope to publish them somewhere just to show them to people. I hate just leaving my works to rot away in some forgotten folder.

Vegetarianiel is me
I'm Vegetarianiel
I love life
life don't love me back
but I really love life
I like jacking off to imaginary imagery of me and life having intercourse
I picked flowers
life trashed them
I tried to expose myself to life
but life kicked me in my balls
and burnt my hair
it hurts a lot so I try to stop thinking about life
I want to smoke crack to forget about life
but nobody lets me so i stay up and write love letters to life
like this one
is this a confession or a love letter to life?
or is it a hate letter?
I hope its a love letter.

Dear life
I'm Vegetarianiel
you're gay
but I love you
because I'm gay too
but only for you
because I let you fuck me anally all the time
but you still won't let me
even though I let you fuck me anally
everyday
When will the day come when you will stop fucking me in the ass
and asking me how I feel about getting fucked in the ass?
It hurts when you fuck me anally
because I'm not really gay
just gay for you
I want to die too
does that make me a bisexual?
If so I want to fuck a straight person

Norwegian poems suck
I like drugs
I take a lot of drugs
when I take drugs life punishes me
so I shit juice and blood
life never wants to snuggle
just fuck me all the time
then i start to shit blood again
it hurts a lot

New mom tells me im gonna turn out like old mom
Old mom is dead
My mom is a big part of my life
Does that mean my mom is fucking me in the ass?
Everyday?
My dad tells me I'm a dopehead
he's not a part of my life right now
school is lifes penis
Dariok is not
Life has a lot to learn from Dariok

First I was 16
then I was 17
Then I was a woman
then I was 90
then I was 86
Now I'm 64
I can't wait till I'm ten
Then life will be a pedophile
Right now I'm the pedophile
So life is a molester
Vegetarianiel is a molested pedophile
the kids laughs at that
it's not funny
I don't save my poems
When I die someone might find them and sell them
then death will fuck me in the ass too
I'm scared now

My mom had her birthday today
my mom fucked me on her birthday
its not her birthday anymore
Ole left
life scared him
life treats me differently when Ole is here
I think life is ashamed too
I wish I was drunk

My mom had her birthday today
my mom fucked me on her birthday
its not her birthday anymore
Ole left
life scared him
life treats me differently when Ole is here
I think life is ashamed too
I wish I was drunk

Coffee is good
I take coffee instead of speed
When I'm on coffee I can outrun life
That's good
I run fast
Life don't
Except when it's in uniform
I daydreamed that I kissed a girl
It was better than fucking
I want to go steal a car

I copy Ezra
I'm a copycat
I hate copycats
Stop fucking cats
They're fragile
I wonder if paprika makes you high
The movie said it does

I miss riding bikes
It's fun
I can outrun life
Life can't reach my ass that way
Cars can
Cars scare me
Fucking screwdrivers

I went to Ski
To outrun life
It went pretty well
Existence is OK
Floyd used to be good
Girls don't scare me
Boys gets scarier and scarier
I'm sick of hanging out with queers

I choose the black pill.

Am I killing or saving myself? Even though my parents, along with the establishment, the institutions and the organized facilities are telling me to turn back and return to their society I just keep on walking the other way, I keep refusing to accept their guidance. I keep burning the bridges, leaving no breadtrace back home. Is it rebellion, stupidity, desperation or something completely different? Am I following my ideals or running away from my safety net or perhaps even both? Or neither? I'm pretty confused right now and it's got absolutely nothing to do with nihilism, it's got nothing to do with idealism, not anarchy, not punk rock, not DIY not anything except a burning instinct to break lose from my chains and do something fun that would make me be able to breathe fresh air again. Maybe Mischief Brew just makes me melancholic or going nu-emo. But tomorrow I am rejecting my parents demands and taking the train out of oslo to stay at Dariok's place; miles and miles away from my parents destination. I feel kind of like a teenage girl running away because her parents are treating her like if she was a sacred piece of painting who's running away for the first time though it's probably my 20th time or something. But I suppose it's just the way things are, people are following their ideals as die-hards, avoiding all compromise because giving in to compromises is the excact same thing as giving up, playing their game. But aren't we them to the opposite forces? Is it really after all just a question about point of view? What if it isn't about system and anarchy, what if it isn't all about fighting it but rather reaching out a hand. Then again, that is my definition of anarchy, a society where people can depend on each other and not each others money and materialistic values. Where organizations handling economy and calling it charity is replaced by people actually caring for each other. When that sixteen year old girl lying in the back alley with her face all numb and red, full of bruises and marks isn't ignored and have to wait for the cops to help her but will actually be helped by actual people who aren't doing it to get their sallary but because they care, though they have never ever met this girl and don't know if she's a drug addict, just going through a regular day of oppression and violence or a rich girl who was at the wrong place at the wrong time they would still reach out a hand and actually help her rather then giving ten bucks a year to some rainforest organization and buying =Oslo believing this makes up for all the apathy and therefore having a good enough conscience to just walk by hoping the police will pick her up later. I don't believe in a form of society, I believe in humanity. Is that radical? I remember while staying in Moss I was gonna sleep over at this girl's place when I took the bus too far and ended up at the end station, so to reach her appartment faster I decided to run since I actually enjoy running just for the heck of it. It was pretty dark since it was part eleven and september, and this woman drives up next to me and asks me if everything was okay. She was pretty much the only driver on the road that night. I told her I was okay but was looking for someone, so she asked me if I needed a phone and lend me hers so I could call my friend. I got a hold of June and the woman asked me if I needed a ride, she was going the same way so I thanked her for the generosity and got into her car, I asked her if she was a night-raven or something. A night-raven is this non-profit organization that patrols the streets at night making sure everyone's alright and stuff. She started laughing and told me she was selling designer vibrators and that she had just been to a party to promote her products. I told her she had given me a lot more faith in the human race. We shared a laugh as we drove further down the darkened road that saturday night. Although I had a lot of other good times that weekend that was definitely the highlight. Espescially taken into concideration that I spent the rest of the night at a uptight student party, listening to homophobe and racist jokes and watching apathic students shotting calinca and battery listening to hit singles from 2002 calling it Retro and partying like a bunch of fourteen year olds. Needless to say I pissed in their shoes. Am I a hypocrit? Maybe I'm not excactly spreading out the word about solidarity but at least I pissed off some right-wings.
Peace out y'all.

- V

Kill Punk Rock stars

Despite all the bullshit with all the fucking institutions causing me to lose my job, my life and almost my sanity lately I've managed to stay sane by browsing the internet for Crkrkstdy7 stuff.
YES, I do realize it is not PC but I cannot help being a Ezra fanboy. I browsed through his musical projects and accidently tumbled over...his old blogspot. It's from 2006 and pretty much a collection of his old poems. Or well, he blogged through poems and it's really entertaining reading his views on different events in his life just that they rhyme. I put it up under gods next to the blog so you can go check it out for yourself if you feel like reading some DIY poetry.

SKEDSMO VGS

No joy No choice No Joy No Choice
Kill yourself today
Anger and sadness imprinting our hearts
Join the machinery or die behind bars
Selfdestruction is my only choice
When you've chopped off my arms and murdered my voice
Trying to slaughter my hope and my will
Crucified to the walls of your systems, still
you hit and hit like a fucking machinegun
blast my legs to hell so I can't run
Stealing my freedom and raping my pride
Firing at me with all your might

So here I go, a glass of pills
Unlock it first, now here it tilts
Cheers to your institutions, cheers to your fucking goons
Cheers to your fucking methods, cheers to your fucking rules
I'm expiring from your assistance, expiring from your help
Expiring from your slavery, expiring from your hell
So here goes my little statement out of frustration
I found a little way to stop your sick obsession
With ruining my life with making me your whore
I'm roasting my own brains dedicated to your support
Say your little prayers, give me your farewells
I'm taking the next pillsip out of your safety hell.

Suicide, anyone?

No, I will not kill myself. I have experienced the msost drastic change ever by going from freehanded, loving and careless to a fucking prisoner in half an hour. Unbelievable. Don't ever trust child services, don't ever trust your teachers, do not ever trust authorities in general because they will manipulate you, just please do not give in! I'm talking out of experience, not unless you want to have the same rights as a twelve year old until you're 20. I'm dead serious.

Shoot the kids at school

This is part of my new column, which I will be updating once a week. It'll concist of one or more subjects I have thought about during that wednesday that's worth memorizing.



The importance of a alternative press submitted through blogs, wikis and independent, nonprofit newsorganizations is pretty relevant. Andrew Keen argues against it by complaining about how the narrowminded bloggers and independent, amateur reporters are imprinting the articles with their own opinions and views and steal good stories from educated reporters. Fucking bullshit, if it wasn't for the independent unorganized news platforms some news would never reach the surface. Dear A. Keen, do you realize that bloggers prevented a school masacre in Boston by bringing certain points of interests into the light about the students webspace where he had written about it on a pasword protected section? No ofcourse you don't. You hate the internet. Why should the established press run a monopoly on important news? This isn't really about your journalist pride, it's about how independence is killing your moneymaking and that really bugs you doesn't it, Andrew? You say these bloggers are unexperienced amateurs and that they do not bring out the complete story, but the independent news revolution has just begun and there will appear more organized and complete sources for information. Just like the selfsatisfying, libertyhating penisreplacement you call a education, Rome was not built in one day.But we will keep fighting, we will keep tearing down your towers of profitbased information and publish news and facts you would never dare even whispering about. That's journalism, not trying to make the article more controversial and acceptable. If kicking you verbally in your Berkley university-asshole makes me subjective, then I don't want to be objective.
Yours truly
- V

Scenekids

Right, so I'm pretty fucking fed up with the shit. I'm on Corporateshitbook (facebook) and am just about to check my requests when I suddenly see the most fucked up box I've ever seen on Facecock. "You have been invited to Scenekid gathering 9/20th". Not just do I ignore the request. I reply with a VERY spicy message: "You know, I do have ideals. YES I want Oslo to burn, I want the shitfaced majority to open their eyes and actually learn shit; but I DO NOT want a revolution as long as it means holding hands with you. You can take your My Chemical Romance, Killswitch Engage and all your other fake, sellout idols and shove them up your dolled out, pro-comercialism, dollarshitting mascaraarses. You say scene kids, goths, punks, emos and metalheads are invited? But how the fuck do you know that any of these even want to hang out with eachother or even be assosiated with one another? There already are places for punks in Oslo, but you probably never been to neither Barrikaden or Blitz because you're either too ignorant or you're simply against it. I don't need a bunch of fakeass makeupdolls to make me feel like a part of a society. You should at least have the desency to remove Punks from your invitation list because because I don't know any punks with a sense of selfrespect and dignity who would meet up at this event. If you concider coke, Bodymap and Tim Burton t-shirts punk rock you can fuck yourself. - Yours Truly, D. "

I kept thinking about this for a few hours, because this triggered something. "is this really today's definiton of punk rock?" Hooking up with a bunch of kids who concider themselves outcasts outside the biggest scenekid store in norway? What the fuck... But then I came to think about something that has been bugging my unconsciousness for years. How many of us do still cling to our ideals? I remember seeing all these actual Blitz kids drinking pepsi and sipping down coca cola, I remember all the hypocracy in the scene. Is punk rock more then just another scene? Is it more than just a dirty appeal and homemade clothes? Are we aware of our choices? Are we idealists or just lacking identity? I even remember this time when I was speaking to this girl at Blitz, I asked her about her political views and she said "she had a lot of own opinions". I asked what she meant by that and she told me "I think animal-cruelty is wrong and I hate war and Bush." ... Who the fuck with a right mind doesn't hate bush? Who likes war? Is this the modern day ideology that imprints the punk scene? These kids are wearing ACAB shirts and they don't even know why they hate the police! These kids are all members of the NDF and not even half of them are vegetarians, and fifty percent of the vegetarians are wearing expensive leatherjackets! Do you know what your bands sing about, bitch? What the fuck is Eminem doing right under Dead Gherardsens on your mp3 play... Ohmy fucking god is that a iPod? Does revolution come in a hairspray can? Does it come through your alternative press? Does it come with your leatherjacket? Does it come with your marrocan marijuana which probably cost several people their harvest and food because some mafia forced them to replace their corn with marijuana and cocaine plants? No. No it doesn't. You judge me for being a PC-Nazi. Fuck you. If these are my modern day revolutionaries then kill me please.

- V

Favorite site

Believe it or not but I am actually going to use Stones You Throw for a schoolasignment. I'm gonna post a lame-ass review of a website I often visits on my blog and since this happens to be my only blog I suppose I have to post it here...

800grader.com is pretty much the unofficial internet platform for norwegian punk rock and hardcore. It is a place to arrange gigs, book bands, get show info, see pictures from the latest gig, find out about new music, sell your vinyls and crap and talk about random shit with likeminded punks. http://www.800grader.com/ Is currently just a forum but the admins claim that they are indeed working on a website, it's just not done yet... yeah right.

Other sites I visit a lot is 7inchpunk.com which is a site for downloading old and new punk rock 7 inches, too bad the selection is so limited. Still a lot of undiscovered great punk rock records on that site. Ch-ch-check it out!

... I also go on tv-links.cc or surfthechannel.com to watch Invader Zim, Venture Bros, Dilbert and all the other lame cartoons I watch.

Piss out.

- V

Run, Spot, Run!

Kanalrock, school starts, mood dies and all of a sudden I'm off to buy 40g of pot al0ng with S & M (whoose full names I have chosen not to type in this post) we've been smoking the stuff everyday, they because they can and me because I need a positive experience during the schoolday because the schooldays are long and boring. Today I'm gonna spend midterm with a friend so I brought soft pitas with greece salad and tzatziki. Can't wait. Also, I might hook up with Steffen after school.

- V

P.S I just purchased the Hevn CD and a italian 80`s hardcore compilation from Bombs Away Records/Distro. Can't wait!

Restless

Alright, since this has been my first official night I've staid the entire night at home in ages, I guess it's worth a post. The last couple of days I've been with my laidback hippie-compadre Joel. I've pretty much every night been forced to sneak in late at night and therefore also been unable to take a shower, since I mostly shower at nighttime cause I'm too busy hooking up with people at daytime. I suppose it's been relaxing just spending the night alone at home, watching some bad horrormovies (mark my words, BAD horrormovies. Not as in Isle of the dead bad, I'm talking motherfucking Ghost Lake BAD). I didn't think I'd ever say this, but I'm also glad to get a break from all the potsmoking that's been going on. It's not that that I've smoked a lot of it lately, it's just been some extremely good stuff. Anyhow, after a good long week of passing out at 4, drinking with exchild soldiers, smoking quality green and getting lost in the forrest I feel like I diserve a break.... for tonight. Tomorow I'll have to work even harder....crap.

- V