Summer “Chanuka?” Light Show – Equinox Rave

It sounds like this with some raver music turned on the iPod. I was out walking in the country, no city lights and I finally made it to those Capital-Building-always-over-the-horizon-esque-but-you-can-never-get-there grain-bins-silos and it took two hours, but it was 9pm when I got there and I realize I had no sunlight to get back. Dumb luck, eh. I was listening to my lolicore raver playlist on the way back to town. The lightning show is surprisingly silent.

I just got back at midnight and I’m eating Hormel dogfood, pre-processed lard and beans.

I did not have my camera, but there was non stop lightning in the clouds. You may know it from camping in this area. I never did. There were also blinking firebugs lighting up the road and I think I swallowed one. It was a pretty cool light show, and it got me back to town.

Beyonce ^

Loli Ripe ^ listen

the nuance is: I still want to die.

Work or Else!

This month I’ve covered in blog that:
It’s illegal to take your own life (die by choice).
It’s illegal to not take care of yourself. (dangerous to self)

And now I will blog about:
It’s illegal to not work.

This guy ^ is a caricature of me because I am a huge leech. I live on disability for a verbally diagnosed mental illness. All it took, was me saying “yes”, to a psychiatrist asking: Do you hear voices?

I don’t expect anyone to build/maintain my car, house, and roads, and/or educate/feed/health-coverage, my kids (don’t have any).

Talking about me, I must be disabled because I see no point in life, and if I even took after the average human person of the majority, people would be extinct because they would never date, marry, and mate, work on schedule, or even talk to other people.

I work for my dad’s ranch volunteer, and live off of SSD – Social Security Disability. It only seems to work, because even with my so-called illness, I can’t seem to get fired like other jobs, because I have unlimited absent days and somewhat no deadlines and my dad makes up the schedule as he and the seasons go along.

I feel like an abomination and a chimera that I even must eat or take any human animal needs from others, but if it were up to me I would have been peacefully euthanized at age 15, and the world would still get on, because people die all the time, and the world eventually gets on.

My depression is invalid. You probably have just as hard of a time as I do, but you tough it out more, and I take that for granted.

Animated Mental Patient Art

I was just in the Catholic mental hospital again over this Thanksgiving for not following my outpatient order. (not taking my involuntary shot) So I did this fractal coloring in arts and crafts group and when I got out I animated it.

I have schizoaffective and a force med outpatient order even though there is no possible real way to pharmaceutically treat thought and behavior in science.

I drank about 400 Dr.Peppers _ 2006 – 2010

December 1st, 2006, but really May 1984, but don’t give out your real information on the internet or I will hack you…

Better in khakis… though… this ^ Painted on the side of your house… until you re-hire my siding crew…
Kurt Cobain > Jesus Christ likeness in the blood ^ splat

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