Wednesday, April 20, 2005
there is a feeling i get when i look to the west...
back home, burnt and mindless. that is what is to be expected when you are reading "fear and loathing in las vegas." it is kinda sad when you really realize how much the world is missing without Hunter, yet seeing him go in his own way was perfect.
work was homicide. a mental 187. that is how it will be for the next couple of weeks. at some point the whole office might be working, but that is a dream. dreams are things you control and rule...dreamers are ruled and controlled. let's hear it for conginitive fascism!!! w00t. 'nuff said. ::insert cliche::