I have a tiny bit of schwag left, I’m not getting much sleep. Crankiness turness I mean turns to obnoxiousness and misguided, meaningless ignorance. Fun sometimes though. I had a conversation with a guy I’ve known for almost twenty years the other night about some of the people we knew back in the 80’s getting into the white power movement now, in their mid thirties. It’s like they couldn’t get enough anger and hate in the punk rock scene they had to get even more intense. It wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for the horrible music and album covers some of those bands have.
Why is it 800 degrees in this room right now? I’ve now
the window is open with a lovely breeze and the sound of rain on the trees in the back yard. time for slei


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