If the deers could talk……

and oh that magic feeling
no where to go.
Last week I met Cheryl from Craigs List at the Menlo Park Mall and she sold me a brand new (in the box) four man tent. (only 40 bucks!!) So, I have a place picked out. Deep in the woods. Actually it’s gonna be quite scary at night so yesterday I bought a Lantern for only five bucks (and a quart of kerosene oil !!) I need a tarp….and I wish I would have checked “Junk Day” here a little more carefully, I know I would have found one for free. My place is exclusive. High and dry and sort of “overlooking” with “natural” air conditioning and oh the smell of those woods and peat moss.
So fuck you economy and rising taxes and assholes who want to rent a room for 700 bucks. A ROOM! One room-single-and a utility bill–with shared bathroom and kitchen. Share this! LoL. So fuck you gas prices that go up ten cents in one day while the state looks the other way. So fuck you health insurance plans starting at 600 a month with insanely high deductibles and prescription co pays. So fuck the rising price of EVERYTHING. 60 bucks for three of us to go to a movie. 80 dollars to bowl for two hours. Fuck you New York Giants and your never ending Personal License Fee and your never ending over priced tickets and parking bullshit. Fuck you Parkway and Turnpike Poll. Fuck you 28 dollars for a half a bag of groceries. FUCK YOU !!!!
Do you think you could fit everything you own in a 5’x5′ steel hole in the wall? They say, the less you have, the less you have to worry about.
Recently, I have been called “weird” I think the reason why that “hurt” me was because I had done everything in my human means to be nice to this person. Not only was I stepped on but ignored and probably ridiculed. Being weird in these times is a compliment. My imagination pulls me through. My faith is strong. But most of all:
I am trying to trick myself, to trick my mind into being weirder, because I actually like things to be weird.