Degradation and Poison

All paid jobs absorb and degrade the mind.
-Aristotle

If you can, and she'll let you, go home and live with your mother before you labor away the prime of your life at a shit job...become a painter, a musician, learn to play guitar or clarinet, go to school for your doctorate if you must, but spare your mortal soul and avoid having what is commonly referred to as a J-O-B....

My very being was poisoned today, by the fumes of a kerosene burning heater as I put together custom storm windows in a garage for what amounts to about 2 months of my cell phone bill in wages...

(i want to ask myself, "dear poet what have you done"?)

-shouldn't I be doing something romantic like horseback riding on the shore of some Ilsand whose name I can't pronounce?

-On a different note, I should perhaps also be having some kind of torrid love affair with an insanely beautiful and evil woman, however, one never seems to have time for such things whilst doing a Master's degree (and poisoning one's self on toxic fumes)

.... On yet another note,I need a Harley Davidson motorycle again...the kind that is so loud it makes children cry and car alarms go off and young women tingle inside...

Fuck the bills, fuck resonsibility...

Responsibility is for the poor in soul...

and I may be poor in monetary ways, but I am not dear reader, poor in Soul...

make your soul rich brothers and sisters, laugh and cry and fuck and fight, ride motorcycles,
see the world,

Buy trashy novels and read them on the beach while not working,

Talk all day with friends, sit and wathc t.v. all day and night talk on the phone, drink coffee
drink whatever you want, travel the world....screw anything that moves....

But whatever you do, take care of your soul, don't bankrupt it by making excuses about work and responsibility...

Listen to Aristotle's advice once in a while....