January 22, 2011

learning out of the pasture (moost of the thyme)

dear its scary diary,

so the unibomber just called to tell me that if we went to hong kong that it would take seven of our US dollars to buy one of their dollars and my reply was, "that ain't where i was planning to vacation anyway," and then i think i said something like, "so fuck honk kong, what did you really want," and he said to buy silver. i let him go. i hate learning in the first three hours of when i first get up- especially from him because like 87.7% of what he learns me ain't correct 99.9% of the time- and with odds stacked like that- its best not to listen 200% of the time. i try and make inner mental noise, but i admit its hard not to want to hear the dumb things he says, oh God i hope he don't ever read this cuz then he'll know where i been getting the majority of my old material from, cuz he knows where i got all my new shit from. and its fucking damn good. but i like the old shit better- cuz when people laugh at my new shit- it still hurts a bit. i ain't gunna even lie. but i been laughin at him for 22 years, cuz i knew the day i met him- he was a cash cow- skinny little fucker with a big dick. and he didn't have a fucking dime.