seasonal afectional disorder is just a fancy way to say that the winter months suck balls and make you as miserable as old man who has an aquired distaste in youth pop culture. slash. youth pop culture does indeed blow the fromage right off an uncircumcised penis so i suppose im right up there with the old man in thh nosebleeds. but alas, all hope is not lost for spring is flashing her bountifull bosom, and like the old man to my left i too have a pair of bonoculars staring down her concaves. its about time we take that icicle out of our asses and walk with our heads up eh? sodomoziation in minus 30 degree weather is not my kind of kinky evening. having sweaty jungle love in aprons whilst barbequeing that lovely med rare slab of juicy succulent rump, sipping cervezas on your balcony so the entire neighborhood can bask in those lovely sights and smells is more enticing. besides fred next door told me his sex life with merideth is lamer than a tupperware party.....and merideth loves to have tupperware parties. so lets spice some shit up.

first off, lets replace the community center with a huge bonfire in the center, surrounded by intricate spiritual geometrics with massive subs on pillars to facilitate the saturday pow wows. trade in your SUV and rigs for fine persian carpets THAT FLY!!!!. transform your cookie cutter houses into something that looked like you put alex greys, frida khalos, and terrence mckennas brain into a blender on frappe. blast away the local wallmart away with some low end dubstep and reconstruct a bazaar in the parking lot where people can sell there art, acrobatics, entertainment, food, music, and entheogens(responcibly). everyone can turn there cheap ikea catalougue backyards into sustaining vegetable patches or zen gardens. all of this is indeed possible, but i wonder as to why its not like this? do pepole really enjoy mediocrity that much that they have to surround themselves entirely of this opaque plastic encasing of falsifications? i guess so. the world isnt that hostile as we make it out to be, its just our own lame insecurities that make it so sketchy. enter the vicious circle. things arent looking to swell folks, and shits only getting worse, an ideology is only as good as the individual who created it, and im not sure how far i can throw karl marx, jesus christ or adam smith. maybe, everything on the outside was alright on its own. nature does its own deal why do we insist on manipulating it?.......oh wait, greed and slefishness thats why. so the problem is whithin. well obviously. this message has been trying to weavel itself into everyday cognitive activities for hundreds of thousands of years and we STILL dont get the fucking idea.

in truth, i am getting tired. maybe its just that cheeseburger i ate.