I work 12am-8am alot of the time and it gives you a hell of alot of time to think and i decided to be productive and write some shit.
"I looked upon the road aside the creek where I scraped my first knee,all my woods are now homes to middle level swine pretending that they aren't in trouble with their wives fucking their brothers.ah the american dream,forests destroyed to raise another generation of assholes,junkies,and ingrates.
i hope they enjoy their homes ontop of the dead woods where i grew up,and learned most of what i know about myself,and nature is now someones living room.And I'm on the outside cold and tired...wearing a grin,the only home i've ever had.im jealous of all the people who complain about living in the middle of nowhere in the woods,its the closest thing to the american dream in my opinion,just solitude.not houses,401K's,and Starbucks. just think a sanctuary away from the awful realities of daily life,and all the bullshit everyone puts themselves through just to pay rent,have a beer,buy drugs,have a meal.everything would just be ok and i could be at peace knowing i have my own place away from everything and everyone else.peace and quiet is the world i want to live in.maybe with a lady by myside,maybe alone.most peoples lives mean nothing to me.all i see is greed,filth,corruption,like a flock of birds to a fucking bread factory.everybody wants some.few are going to get the crust.most just survive off the crumbs.i won't subject you or anyone on here to most of my real feelings towards existance and my opinions on friendship and the "american dream" not in a hunter s. thompson sense,the modern day dream fuckers,the users,the sheep,the mindless drones of the mtv generation,george w.bush,sarah palin,the modern day american dream DOES NOT EXIST yet more than half the people on this site and in the world continue to chase its own tail every fucking eight hour shift with hopes of one day laying down on some beach down south sipping on corona's with their aging wives and/or husbands slapping high fives knowing that little boy blue is away at princeton fucking anything that moves and using cocaine on his or her way up the ladder to the deans list,then keeping their wrinkled fingers crossed that their pride and joy doesn't end up in some community college dump,working some shit job,knowing that they will never have what you have,but might at the bottom of all the shit find what mom and dad have wanted their whole lives which is freedom."
-Schnell (pardon the piss poor grammar)
But on a lighter note here is me hopping over a tight bench and over a bike rack.
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