I’m getting really tired of work these days. Work being McDonald’s (absolutely horrible, I know, what with their turning precious cows into ecoli-infested burgers and poor rugged potatos into french fry-chomping fat people, and me, working there – believe me, it weighs on my conscience). The evening shift is really killing me. I feel the narrow-mindedness of the people I work with is really stifling my creative flow. They thought I was a bit of an asshole today. I was however, justified, seeing as I quit smoking the other day. And honestly, can you really expect someone to quit smoking and be a nice guy? I think not. In any case, though, it is something that I will have to keep a closer eye on, and hopefully I’ll be able to stay quit at the same. But in all seriousness, I was just joking around.
“Believe that the world is an ethereal flower, and ye live.”
I read that the other day; it made me happy. I think it’s magical, perhaps something that’s best whispered. Here’s something weird I never thought’d happen: I feel as if I’m becoming more peaceful the less I use drugs. I feel medicated even, as if Mother Nature is nurturing me or something. Well, Mother Nature or God, I suppose. Probably God, as in the Holy Spirit part of God. Ya know, the one that floats around, fills people up, and lets them know that everything is gonna be alright, cuz “all you really need is love.” Yeah, that one.
I think maybe I’ll move to Juneau, Alaska. In a van. I think that’d be just lovely, standing out “by the grey ice water, out in the wind, above the ground, out in the weather.”
