Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.



Tuesday, March 6, 2012

transmissions to ...

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i don't know. yeah, i mean, today i feel like i haven't really eaten, but yeah i don't know if i can't absorb the nutrients through the food i eat, can't i just live off these expensive-ass supplements? no, i know i'm supposed to eat. obviously. i'm not debating that.
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but what do you do when you're just tryin to peel some apples for when yer lady gets back from the therapist and you got the peeler out, cuz yer mom gave you a peeler and yer lady likes 'em peeled, and you got the peeler out, and you chip away one of yer fingernails with the peeler? what do you do then? don't act like i haven't though of these things. that's the one thing i can do, think
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well, i'm just sayin if you had to get rid of every chair in yer house to help fix yer posture, and it's not like yer attached to any of 'em or nothin, you just gotta do it, you'd prolly just do it, right?
man, sometimes i can't even bring myself to do some shit like that. to get better. because until i truly believe that that one thing will help enough to strain myself as hard as to do something like remove all my goddamned chairs and maybe even replace 'em with new ones, i ain't riskin it.
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i don't know what's goin on. and today's a good fucking day. on a good fucking day, i still feel like a damn teenager--- don't know whatdafuck iS goin on. should i? will i? does this? but what about? all the while, i'm doin plenty of shit, but sometimes it feels like i didn't do shit. and what they say?? take some fuckin zoloft. i swear if you could kill doctors and get away with it, i'd ask you to get rid of a couple around town. and the one who told me that, i like! i like that one.
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naw, i don't feel like i'm disillusioned. i feel like i'm fucking crazy lately. like i don't have a damn social skill left. like if i don't get my back adjusted soon, it's just gonna stay this way. but if i do, i don't have a dime to give a bum at a gas station. can't get shit but food. and i don't even like that much shit. but when you ain't got it, you'll know. god forbid, friend, i'm sorry, i would never wish that on another. cept like rush limbaugh or rahm emanuel or somebody like that. but see, they done did wrong. ain't nobody ain't done wrong i want feelin like this. period.

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