When you’re dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you’re dead? Nobody.
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Books, books, books.
I’ve been reading a lot of ‘em lately and I couldn’t be happier. For a while, I forgot how easy it is to let myself get completely lost within the pages of one. I don’t know if it’s good or bad that I prefer to have my nose in a book instead of actually communicating with other people. Oh, well. At least my books don’t talk back.
Anyways, for the very few followers I have on this blog, feel free to leave me some suggestions. I need new reading material anyways.
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It’s a free country, but: I need a license to drive, a license to work, a permit to protest, a permit to make changes to my own house, a license to get married, I can’t grow vegetables in my front yard, I can’t buy raw milk, I can’t fly without being searched and molested, I can be arrested for taking video of the police, I can go to jail for handing out fliers or for wearing a hat in court, I can have everything I own taken from me just on the accusation that I have drugs in my house, and I can be targeted for assassination if I disagree with the government. I don’t call this “freedom”. Am I missing something?
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