The Periodical Erotic Frenzy. A Libertarian, who enjoys Disco, blues, classic rock, funk, & hip hop. I dig the enigmatic and unusual, politics, beat poetry, steez, western films, good ol' Mary Jane, psychedelics, films, sex, & anything tantalizing. I believe in common sense, the constitution, Liberty, and small government. Grassroots always. I'm a thrift connoisseur by day, lounge cat by night. Don't harsh my mellow. 'Liberty or Death'
I’m not one thing. I consist of everything. I'm the angelic nastiness. I run with the masses and the opened minded. My body in many respects have been despoiled. I’m in a million little pieces and I’m giving myself to you. This is all practice for something bigger. Constantly rollin’ with the punches and jivin’ at bars and parties. Like most people, I roll with a group of seekers, movers, the malcontent, and at times; stupid hell-raisers. Together, we are those you meet that can change you; sometimes so profoundly that you're not the same afterward. I am The Periodical Erotic Frenzy, The porn hidden under your mattress. Exuding what your brain lusts for when its not inspired. I’m a lounge lizard in the back of the bar, or I’m with the party crew that is all up in your face. I quote the right words to tickle your fancy. This is the generation of ‘eye fucking’ and the insightful youth. I can bare the wolf’s teeth, and the sheep’s lips. I am a dreamer of the day and I’m not afraid to dream with my eyes open. I am the morbid. The crude. The funny. The tomboy. The nerd. The lover. The pot head. The steez hunter. The movie quoter. The music seeker, and everything else in between.
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The American taxpayer has his life largely run by humanitarians who want to make the world a better place. His civil rights have been stripped away from him for that same benevolent reason, with no protest from the usual sources, because civil rights violations for reasons of making the world a better place also must go unexamined.
All this benevolence has not made life any better for Americans. By and large people are poorer and have fewer rights. The War on Poverty was fought successfully by profitarians paying people to make pools. It was fought unsuccessfully by humanitarians who examined the conditions of poverty and concluded that more money needs to be invested in paying humanitarians to examine the conditions of poverty.
The realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.