i did

want to be a secret agent, and a hacker at some point...but somewhere along the way i lost my adventurous side and settled for snapping gnarly pictures once for e'ry blue car, writing songs for girls, hating stale donuts, and days of cleanliness. No, no not really...we will never be clean.

If ever we reached some state of sanitary subsistence we will have simultaneously lost freedom–the only state guaranteed to us by nature, and which has been steadily under siege since the beginning of the rape of earth–agriculture–by our own self-exalted brethren (arrogant bastards).

Breathe some and step right on up to the plate, cause if you're around today this is your scene, your canvas, your chinese jute, your paper and the life line of life, let's make the air fresh again. fuck the police.

1 MB = a dozen flowers

2 Beautiful eyes = scruffy brown curls

[ALSO fuck Webster's, Oxford, Harrap, Duden, Vox, Al-Mawrid, etc.]

your local SW.