I swear to god I’m sick and I cant go to school

I have called off sick from work for three consecutive days now. I have a cold…but that has never stopped me from anything….I just cant bring myself to go in right now. There is too much going on there…all of the taxing bullshit of the business of prolonging the dull hand of death.

my deadline is Friday…either go back to work….or start living off the land……..and by living off the land I mean eating tomatoes, corn, and growing dope for the medical needs of the masses…. Or at least my medical needs.

I am self diagnosed you know. after years of medical training I know exactly what’s wrong with me. Stifleization Disorder…I have been stifled by an era who’s soul motivation of consumption, comfort, waste and privilege, has stomped out the potential excellence that my rebellious spirit was called to this earth to represent….The only cure; A cigarette box filled with doobies, a bottle of Bourbon, 12 beers, 5 grapefruit, a box of Clementine’s, Boneless spare ribs from china house, A quality bow and arrow, a floating device with a cup holder, the sun, a half keg of black powder, Cocaine, a fishing pole and tackle…. and music made before 1984…That is the only cure….for anything…and everything….write it down!

As I am writing this in the comfort of my master sweet…there are 5 or 6 men on my roof blistering their hands as they re-shingle my house….I wonder what they think of me…Me…an unshaven man laying in bed in his underwear at 11:30 on a Wednesday mourning, obviously high on drugs. Watching cartoons on HBO that they likely cant afford to know about……….I can feel their hatred radiating through the wood beams like the sun in August….I can sense what they are feeling….They would turn those hammers on me if they could……but they cant…and not because of the law….that only holds the crazy back for so long….I am safe for now only because of the money….if they hammer me…they will not get paid…..so they go on silently working…damned and respectful….like they rest of us….slaves to the system…slaves…slaves with hammers…We all have different tools…but slaves none the less…..I am starting to like them….we have found some common ground……

But I do wish they would finish the fuck up already so they could get their tar stained dick beaters off my house and out of my life forever!

Where the hell was I before all this madness?…..oh yeah, My spirit!….I need something to fight for…a cause to believe in….a great war….a great battle….a great showdown…something…..

Suddenly I am consumed with the overwhelming urge to pound something to oblivion with a hammer….

I await your sign to greatness dear lord….but while I wait….please send me the hammer of Thor….I have a picture to hang.

Amen.