The Back Alley Archives

I wish.

Anything to avoid the government's good squad, though.

The world confuses the hell out of me. I don't ask anything of anyone except that they refrain from violence toward me. And yet the world apparently wants much more of me than to refrain from violence.

The fucked up thing is that the world doesn't want answers. It only wants to find immoral ways to make money using the State's power.

It's really difficult not to walk off into the lake and never come back.

How can one not be depressed living their life at the point of a gun? I've yet to figure out the answer to such a question.

I suppose all I can do is appreciate the little bit of life that I'm allowed. But I don't yet know how to do that when I've experienced a few moments of real freedom. The expectations that I'm now aware of are mind-numbing.

Yea, I know, I'm a whiner. I'm spoiled. I need to shut the fuck up and appreciate what I've been given.

But how am I supposed to do that when there is so much more that is possible? Most people live in the world they're given. I see the world that has been taken away from all of us.

Maybe one day our society will value freedom. Until then I will live as a prisoner.

My only freedom comes with absolute solitude. It's only then that I can forget the pain forced upon me by everyone else.

A guy at the bar the other day told me how well read I was. I think I am addicted to informational inputs because of how confusing the world is to me. It's like I'm hoping that somehow I will find an answer. And yet I know there is no answer.

At least I'll go down fighting unlike the vast majority of the slaves out there.

I don't ask for pity. I am who I am for a reason. It may be a tragedy, but I'm committed to it and accept the outcome.

"Always remember there was nothing worth sharing like the love that let us share our name."

I wish I had an IQ of about 70. Life would rock.

How fucked up is it that society effectively punishes smart people? Meh.

I'm reading a book being published online and he mentioned another book (something by Stephen King, I think? Not sure) that included a person who was in solitary confinement in prison and somehow everyone else around him died. Can you imagine? Fuck. Sometimes I feel like that. Entirely stuck with nobody to let me out of my cage. Then I usually somehow find, by absolute grace, a new piece of literature that opens my mind to new ideas and boggles my mind. I love that feeling when a piece of writing can shake you to your soul and you're never the same again.

I want to write something like that. And one day I will. When I find the words. Or when they're given to me.

Does english really not have a neuter pronoun for speaking about human beings? Are we relegated to "it"? If so, that makes me ashamed of my heritage.

I've concluded that law school is the worst way anyone can choose to spend 3 years of their life.

I wonder when I'll find the courage to do something I actually enjoy. Is there anything I actually enjoy that can provide a reasonable living? It's a valid question.

Gonna start plantin' the spring garden this week. I love tasks that most educated folks think are beneath them.

you just need to get laid bud....how long's it been? ....and don't count the pro's.

Get to work on that garden bro. Manual labor is good for the soul.