time warp

11.07.10 Only in Vegas will you be encountered by a group of Mexicans handing out business cards/flyers of adult services. Let me rephrase the last sentence... only in vegas will you be groped by a posse of mad money needing spics forcing smutty ass titty cards into your hands and numbers of numbers of prostitution services. I dont mean to sound sexist or racist, but i can only put in three words. only in vegas. picture a free capitalist society where the existence of such funds is clearly disposable and inexhaustible combined with the innate human quality of of greed located in one of the worlds greatest countries and my friends, you have las vegas. The weather can be described in few words. Nice, Cold, Hot, raining, but in this artificial indulgence of our collective fantasies, it doesn't matter, because time is neither a force to be reckoned with, palace with no windows, no clocks, no life. i figure thats why some many people can settle for nothing less than las vegas. viva las vegas. good bless america.

10.05.10

theres a lot of ways to do things and unfortunately for me, i dont most times but, as redundant as the next line sounds, i believe that it is time that i quit smoking. the cravings arise erratically and almost illogically occur because of a wisp of heavy cigarette smoke saunters past my nostrils and in that moment i picture myself slowly dragging the last breaths of a marlboro red. The one sweet meaningful kiss that is my pull from the eternal end that is this cigarette, hopefully will be my last. In this midst of indecision, i feel that i cannot continue to live life barely breathing to grasp its full potential and all the land ill never see if i continue this terrible habit.

Every 8 bucks that i shell out, excuse my vernacular, ill never be able to drive my dream cars.

3.2.11

ive been trying to quit for months now for two long, ive found an alternative quitting plan that seems to make sense. smoke if you want to. dont if you dont. works for me. i can attribute this longing feeling deep inside to someone i lost some time ago. we use to share cigarettes like it was treasure, before they were 8 bucks a pack, before issues of health were even an issue. that last cigarette before the night ended after a long strenuous night of consuming various types of alcohol. Its one of those ingredients hard wired into my physiological and physical need for studying boring things. i remember it clearly, the cumulative days spent outside of the emmanuel college library of the fours years ive spent there. the first puffs i remember taking casually and continuously were on that very campus chasing girls in head. funny how things change, funny how things don't. the most cliche of all endings. fuck.