It's under the carpet

To two parts of me

"Then I realized I would sleep most of the day, and my excitement disappeared."

I can do EVERYRHING I dont want to do.
I can't do most things I do.
I'm not mad.
I'm not mad
I'm not mad
I'm not mad.
I dontgivea
I hate hat hate hatee
I'm awful
I'm nothing
Rip Benjamin bonbright coffin.
I'm something else now.
Benny Clark Wellington
That's my name.
Dont put it on my tombstone.
Put a bird on my tombstone.
Put a ritz on top a ritz.

After some questions:

Just because I am working on getting thoughts out in a slightly new way that doesn't mean I'm gonna rip the carpet up. Don't worry, you, like me, are stuck with this carpeting.

MS65+ new haven restrike


MS 63 red brown 13-x



VF xf40 19-m



Vf35 17-s



F15 19-m


Xf details 15-y

We all wish we could have done something. I'd have never listened just Ike all my stubborn asshole friends(family).

Importland/holelife

a non article regarding the piece of metal looming over this line.

An Article to No One (a Community Off of Center)




Fall was here, not a doubt from anyone rang. Here was the barrage of bonded hydrogen and oxygen that would make the city as a whole consider it's existence. If you thought Seattle was awash, visit Portland. We don't live here for the weather.

As I paced the Ked's box I live in, I opened a small, hand addressed, envelope from a small business man on the east coast. The contents were only a photocopied image of the obverse and reverse of a coin I had recently purchased on the internet and the tightly wrapped coin itself. I looked at the image of the coin and set both aside, coin still wrapped, and continued my pacing and contemplation of how I was to make it through the wet and cold in such physical pain from a near fatal mugging two months past.

An hour or so into the land of twin pines mall and modified delorians, I realized i'd not even glanced at the coin.

Wow. Shit, even. What the fuck is this? It's a, no, a, no the arm's too low, what the fuck is this? The date's so far, why is the, I wonder, no what the fuck is this? I decided to open a case with my second brain. The iphone 3gs.

Still, no answers. Really? Even on the internet? You mean I can learn how to re-cook crack, build a bomb of oklahomic proportions and see joe rogan's reaction to a couple of broads getting fecal but I cant find a variety for this coin?

Oh, wait, this one's pretty close. Let's see if it's, no, no fucking way, it's, it's UNIQUE?

Not only was I immediately conscious of what this could mean to the old ledger balance, but the importance to the coin community as a whole. I set out to write an article on my findings and make submissions and contacts with top savants.

No one replied. I started sending the article, no one responded. Then, after two weeks, a response. Except it wasn't a critique of the article but rather an assertion I was wrong without a single shred of evidence. Even I, being right, could come up with reasons why I might be wrong. A backwards affirmation as far as i'm concerned. I read on. Wait, seriously? This “reputable” “expert” was offering to buy this coin that wasn't what I thought it was for 300 dollars. Prices usually reserved for mildly rare good examples of varieties. He was trying to scam me. He wanted to buy it at what he thinks is a hush money amount. I'll take my 300 and get some meth or justin timberlake albums and he'll “discover” the coin.

One in the bread basket. Here I was doing something I love, contributing. I was on some cloud of glory after, I thought, reaching that ever elusive direction, drive. How could it be that doing something real could be met only by selfish thoughts by another? Ha, ok, right. Still! I'm regarded as a joke in the community but what the elitists and curmudgeons are wholly unaware of is that my collection knowledge and certainly eyesight give me a leg over even them. I'll let my response letter speak for itself and go look over the finest known example of a rare American numismatic icon that will someday bring the inner circle respect that today, and for the foreseeable future, I could give a fuck about.


“FUCK YOU”

I'll update this when I hear his response to my reply quoted above.

Now

With the scans gone this is a shell.

I'm working on a new site which is a sure thing to suceed. Do I want it to? It's based on the consumerism that I lo/athe/ove so much. I thought starting something to get free #shit would be a great idea if I then took that free #shit and donated it or if valuable, sold it and gave the money away. The idea was not to say that I would donate everything and watch as the stuff rolled in after blog speak and "funny" net quips while the guy down the block looks someone in the eye and sincerely says that any help was appreciated and got ignored. This is our world. Another idea that could help passed over is proably just as fitting. I'm sick. This carpet is making me sick. We live in a world were people kill other people over nothing. I've got the scars to prove it. Gotta go hit the rug with resolve heavy duty and a scrub brush, what gets bloody vomit out?

Nothing. What get's the taste of blood out? Simplicity.

Intoler able (album)

1:
In expanse I found a channel to precision./I've been a fake for far to long./A fake is anyone who's not searched honestly for who they are and god.

Finding that neither holds up under pressure like the cavern in my chest/ I cast the lot of who am I out/ burning trails of marginal behavior/ slowly moving west.

I am have are love/ was love once/ but then I died at least twice/ drowned by blood from my own veins pouring into my own lungs.

New thoughts

I fully developed my thinking on the juxtaposition of wants and needs. Will scan for food.