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"Ad ardua ad astra"
 
You're goddamn right.
 
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I HAVE TO GET HIGH BEFORE I WRITE THIS. I mean I don't have to, but I want to. BECAUSE I CAN. C0cksuckers ad infinitum told me to stop smoking weed and I said and say and will always say (maybe) SUCK MY D!CK.
 
Sixteen years ago I stated publicly (paraphrase) "I will never stop driving fast or smoking weed".
 
Well, I stopped driving, fast. Now I walk like I used to drive. IT'S MY WAY. GET OUT OF IT.
 
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Yankees and f@gs and p!gs, oh my! I know who they are. What remains annoying to me (still haven't smoked) is that thems in charge. They make the rules. Rules they insist I follow or they will be mean to me in that weak ass "call for help 20 deep" kinda way.
 
Boys to men. And all'em in between. Individually can't do nothing to me. They need friends. They need equipment. They need weapons of mass destruction to make me do what they say.
 
Rebels don't run. And if I do it's to get around behind and fuck them up the @ss.
 
Read, this is my page. My 1st Amendment spot. And as long as I don't say anything overt, ("there's a fire in this crowded theater!") I can say anything I want. Least that's the way it oughta be. But there's always some c0cksucker with an ever expanding and always flexible rulebook looking to shut me up. Because he allowed them to shut him up.
 
Now he's their bitch.
 
A weak ass wuss fucking with me who's braver, better and bigger.
 
In 41 years I have never, let them win. They knocked me down but up I got again. And again. And again. 
 
They're never going to win. They're never going to make me like they are. I AM A REBEL TILL THE DAY THEY DIE!
 
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Donald Chump is evil.
 
Yet he gets away with it.
 
They always, get away with it because they are in charge. Those in charge say, what's good and evil. So he can kill whomever he wants and free whomever he wants and since he's in charge, completely, he can. He does. He will. 
 
So I don't want to hear how bad I am for typing words onto a screen. That you don't have to read. Sticks and stones and bombs from our Air Force because he doesn't like some president ignoring him can hurt people.
 
WORDS CANNOT HURT ANYBODY. I CAN TYPE ANY WORD OR COMBINATION OF WORDS ONTO THIS SCREEN AND THEY'RE NOT GOING TO HURT YOU.  
 
 
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Still haven't smoked. Cause girl am I smokin' angry.
 
I have, in my possession, certain "formulas". For human happiness.
 
Do you know how many of those 41 years I have spent thinking about life? Gotta be at least 10, entire, man-years, thinking about earth fire wind and water and all the bullshit we've done with it.
 
If someone knows how to live forever, I do. Kinda hard to prove but you stack me up against any peer and I seem... so much younger. Like lightyears younger. It's uncanny.
 
GIVE ME THE BALL! Now I'm pitching. 
 
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It's been since Little Little that I haven't really been up there, on the mound. It was an unbeatable feeling. The best in all sports.
 
The ball was mine. The batter wanted to touch it and I wouldn't let him. And he looked like a fucking f@g trying. 
 
There's that inner roar. As you wind-up and fire. MINE! MY BALL MY GAME MY MOUND MY FIELD YOU'RE OUT C0CKSUCKER GO SIT THE FUCK DOWN.
 
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(Intermissione)