Stuff…

I wanna burn it all down… Soak in Gasoline… Juggling Road Flares…

Get rid of all this shit… Things… Mean Nothing…

Nothing more than what they mean to the one looking at them…

Everything is replaceable… But I’m too fucking lazy to do so… Cause I know me and one day I will want something that I threw away and go, “FUCK! I should have never threw that away!!!”  But knowing me I will… Right into the fucking trash…

I go through a cleaning rampage (the Native Populous calls it ‘OCD’… I prefer to call is CDO… it’s like OCD except the letters are in alphabetical order like they should be… yes I have a problem).  I will through everything away that I “Think I Never Use” and then Three days later have a small amanuensis when I realize that it either A) went to something that I need to use or B) was something I only use once a fucking year and today is the day I need to use it…

Give the children super soakers filled with kerosene… Let the parents play tag with lawn darts affixed with road flares and watch it all come alive…

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