There’s something you notice after about 5-9 seconds into witnessing a shit spewing conversation that mixes a certain kind of sarcastic rhythm, entertaining logic and fortitude to talk over someone indiscriminately that really distinguishes a caring NYer from other parts of this country. I really love you guys, I really do.
You know…tall buildings and infinite concrete can really do a number on the human psyche. I wanna say that even if I wanted to stay here, that at the very least one of my part time gigs of hair test analysis, (one of the best nutritional repairers and preventers of disease established) cannot be conducted in New York State, the only state of it’s kind in the nation. Not too mention the archaic taboo situation of medical marijuanna (phoenix tears), which kills blast cells in the most tricky of blood cancers (of the most tricky diseases) for the terminally ill. Of course, if you don’t beleive that, you probably are dumb enough not to use the medical oil as the most effective reliever (same tears) of cancer treatment symptoms, but hey don’t vote on that, let hundreds of thousand suffer needlessly because Jewseppe is stuffing his scungilli-eating face and doest want his 17 year old smoking a joint 3 months earlier than when he would have done if it were illegal.
I think not using weed when you are sick on that level is about as dumb as using it when you are perfectly healthy. Modern weed and its hybridized strength completely reverses the flow of upper chakras, not good. And marinol is just all bad, don’t touch it even if it is free.
NYC, I want to say you are a west coast town mentality with a sub 100,000 populous circa 1984, but this last stint, underneath the pristine theaters, art schools, dope clubs and street gear, and the most hysterical people in the world, NYC…I’m going to downgrade you to a current day Lubbock Texas. Don’t get me wrong, this is strictly focussing on the umbrella consciousness of regulation pressing down on you artsy fartsies, not the actual artsy fartsies themselves, cause your art farts with luster. It’s just that they reside in the most ignorant, archaic, broken, regulatory system headed by dated logic the nation has to offer. You know the ones, the ones that say the brooklyn and manhattan water supply is the best in the nation when it’s fluoridated in the same amounts as when it was first introduced in Nazi concentration camps in order to destroy the will and self assertion due to its ability to target glands in the brain….yeh that logic.
Jewseppe, you are a catch 22 of epic proportions, O’maley Tang would be proud.
I’m not going to say that taking a jab out of structures that do not serve anyone anymore, except the actors and marketers of news castings that promote it, doesn’t give me a chubby. As many of you might already know, my ball bag has this spontaneous relationship with old structure tearing, national alarm triggering, and fox groveling. Eternally viable serendipitous wads of love gum destroy dry wall and not only act as a supreme form of HVAC, but has the potential to eternally grow with any womb of choice. Yes, my house looks like cheese of the swiss alps, but the air quality is just the same.
Have fun with swamp ass for the next 8 weeks.
If New York Logic added consciousness, there would be more room for “unusual” aka accurate artistic display that reverberates information. It’s really not that difficult, 15% of the population throws energy back at you, 1-2% feel it much more than usual. 1 percent of 7 billion people are a lot of people. If there were more focus on them we would all be going in another direction. Kinda like how people like to get their news from news broad casting when you should be getting your information at this meeting
Otherwise, keep up the good work.
I find it highly ironic that the lack of self respect in my life was often forecasted at actors and their craft in particular. And then of course having a certain type of nature, the introduction of acting (I mean u guys) be a necessary means helping me attain that respect back for myself is ironic in now having utmost respect for the craft. Having a large chunk of that void which was created by decades of beta blockers spawned my conglomerate of role models in my mixed bag of expression, which with a lack of (expression via beta blockers), being the energetic connection that created my dad’s bio-chemical disease in the first place.
All this occurred at a time where I was forced out on an island taking care of him while the lack of expression peaked coincidentally while this blog was at it’s height during his slow passing. There’s that thing…
So everyone’s main goal is too relinquish to some or all the extent that mold that you were born into. With that said, my biggest regret is using techniques as a from of fictional expression in a time where I needed to release steam, which often was learned behavior from television marketing, but also created fictional aspects to a news story that was based in reality. I mimicked that too, but not in such a skilled and serious way at times where it needed to be. Overlooking detail and aggression in my application in my frequent travels also played a role of misrepresenting a lot of different people, including myself.
This city is so damn top heavy its no wonder how it just doesn’t turn upside down one day. Listen up my g money shnitzels, I think with most people, but particularly with men, that it only takes one exceptional character trait (being retarded is ironically, one of them via yours truly) that allows for greatness. I’ve always had a magnetic attraction towards police officer personalities, but particularly New York police officers. With a few in my extended family, their characters were usually the ones I find most honorable. I’m a fan, and not only that but they are grossly misrepresented in this town, I know what it’s like when you get the feeling that nothing you can do is right, and for this I am completely on their side. Not only that but I feel like the criticism they get comes primarily from alleged support systems.
BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH. Oh and I apologize that its spring and I talked about a piece of ass in public, that’s so sacrilegious. So I brought back an oldie but goodie.
Poor, uneducated people shoot cops. Of course, when we eat wheat and sugar, it’s easy to forget who throws us under the bus.