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Public radio- thirteen year old girl talking about under the radar bands
like AFI- I almost asked to pull over so I could puke. The overall vileness of that situation, the ignorance of
the interviewer and interviewee, and just the outright nonsense of a non-prodigy kid on public radio is just appalling.
Radio lesson number one0 if its on the radio then its not under the radar. When its pushed by MTV and Infinity
and Clear Channel into our ears clear to the brain then youre just an idiot sheep in training. I thought public
radio broadcasted symphonies and did politics, but now I stand corrected: they air whatever the hell makes them
move in the name of All of Us.
Shit, and here I was thinking the only way to get idiotic opinions out was on the internet. And before I can live
that down, this is number five of front-only loose leaf sheets, and is more than just disjointed and badly segueing
thoughts and commentaries, so if youd kindly respect the difference and realize that I have to type this up eventually,
so maybe have some pity: I have to actually read this garbage while you folks have that lovely back button. Time
till destination: 30 minutes. And here I am without my copy of the Green Album.
Amplified Ramblings on Nashville and the Heartland
Sorrow is better than laughter, because a sad face is good for the heart. -Ecclesiastes 7:3 as taken from the Kentuckianna
Thrifty Nickel If you use drugs, do not apply. sign at Home Depot Nashville looms closer and the thought of going
even further into this strange and foreign place instead of out of it is a bit saddening, but when this current
place (of writing and sleeping) is a posh suburb that isnt much different than Crofton, I think I may be exaggerating
it just a bit. Obviously though the attitudes are different. I mean look at that Home Depot sign. Drugs? Its so
safe and conservative that I wish I had walked in with a tourniquet set and a syringe sticking out of my armdrugs?
What pigs, total and utter. Everyone knows that you dont put alcohol and your precious cigarettes in that category
when they belong there more so than some of the things classified that way. Look at the word and what it implies-
heroin and marijuana, life taker and life enhancer, in the same sentence. Pigs. It was an early morning run for
a bathroom fan and shelf, and seeing that sign I cursed myself for not having my satchel (which I have gone without
the past two days) and not owning a camera. Especially ironic is that there are almost as many ex-stoners at the
local Home Depots to suspect theyre building a commune. But not here. This is the Heartland dammit! and we arent
gonna put up with no drugs.
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