never go shopping without a water bottle-- this is what the last two days has reminded me of. it happens nearly every time-- i'm going shopping and i know i'll need extra water but i can't find a bottle or i say i'll just buy one there but i never want to when i'm there because there's no ethical companies' water sold at that location (ahem! zellers in the bayer's road shooping centre sells only nestle, coke and imported!) or i don't want to spend money (and plastic) on bottled water because it's wasteful or i don't decide to until the last second and only get a sip before i reach the bus. so i did it and i was pissed. today i packed a bottle with me, and when the urge to strike arose, the precious liquid snuffed my wrathful intentions. wick-awes. prepared i was.///////////// i dragged a tree into my house today. found it on falkland street on my way home from downtown and so adored it. it's someone's christmas tree with the limbs hacked off. a few rusty, dry needles were still attached to its spindly branches, but i plucked them off once i'd carried the grey and cracked beast onto my balcony. once inside, my tree became the perfect first piece for my dark lair (which will be a long time in the making considering my yellow room with nearly walls). now i just hope it doesn't spontaneously combust. but i so love this tree. maybe i will spritz it daily for fire prevention.////////////// after a supper of rice cakes with nori and avocado and garlic and a soy burger and a shower that needn't've happened because it's not the waning moon, i missed that moon and therefore it's not a good time for the spell i was gonna do, i went to help master rose silkscreen. my job was to yap relentlessly and hold the screen down while he painted. this was a piece of cake until we took a break after the "RS" in "DOERS" for a little haul off the waterpipe. three little hoots and i was totally totally blitzed off my face. i was shaking and hallucinating with every sense. i could taste metal, feel copper hands closing in on my head and the visuals were astounding. my synapses were not firing properly at all. i felt like curling up on the floor, but i wanted to try to act straight around his roomates who were watching knight rider and making soup all around me. i couldn't speak or look up. i just kept telling him how i was so high i was and we made fun of the dickhead bee on the awful silkscreening job he was asked to make. this bee is the epitome of distaste. he looks like the bee from the raid commercial, all cranky-looking and bulbous. this bee has boxing gloves and an appalling sense of style. there's nothing clever or cute or graphically interesting about this graphic. how the fuck do groups or companies allow this shit to represent themselves? this group could've been a hot vegan metal wiccan singles group who were set to have a bowel-friendly vegan cake walk/metal show in a graveyard during the solstice and i probably wouldn't've joined-- at least not until they changed their pathetic logo.
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