the Opinions of Rex. (e.6a)

◊ it is my opinion that i had been quite wrong, regarding my previous perceptions, on how many Sexually Appealing black men there were; merely, my Vision was limited, during my formative years.

one of my principle crushes was black, by-the-by — caramel, yes, but, still a person who'd be more likely to get pulled over "just for the fun of it" than a cracker.


but there are many black men i would be more than happy to suckle, if they'd allow me — ´wanna take their milk-chocolate balls in my mouth and lick ´em gen'le, to watch those sexy guys quiver; ´wanna take their Butterscotch Cocks in my mouth and make those hot fuckers get a tinglin' sensation.

◊ i hate having my intelligence insulted — but that is what i feel happens every time, on The News, i hear, (in a tone that suggests that something miraculous was accomplished), about how the price of gas has, for the day, gone down by one measly penny.

am.. ..i supposed to Give A Fuck about this, or something?

´cuz, apparently for the united states, the current level of Cost is cause for universal, pandemic burden — i cannot, at the moment, concern myself with other countries' petrol pricing; as far as i see it, it might as well be four-fuckin'-dollars, until—l.o.l.—a drop to $3.50 is reached.

. . . . .

obviously, the days of 2- and, certainly, 1-dollar_range gas is long over.

◊ i do not like the fact that The Olympics are to be held Beijing; china does not deserve such an endoughment.

◊ honestly, i don't want to vote for Obama, either — not because of anything he had or hadn't done but rather, mostly because i know that no Democrat{ically-affiliated individual} can ever effect a change that is meaningful: how profoundly all the progress that was etched dissolves whenever a Republican worms his way into the house!

as i've said before: our Fated Destiny was already writ, from the first time a white man got it into his head that he, too, can enslave an african without regard to his, or his family's, feelings.

but to seriously think about That can potentially be overwhelming: i'm not referring to the actual enslavement, but all the varying Aspects of Psychology of the people who, in whatever way, were associated with it.

♦ to that end: i am less than thrilled with the white muther↕fuckers who ... choose to just not deal with the reality that Racism is quite-the-part of American Life.

when they deign say that all conditions between [blacks] and whites are quite equal.

whenever one shows a stunning lack of empathy to the person who suffered a major loss unnecessarily, precisely because of arbitrarily-imposed prejudice.


to use their innate privilege as a buffer from {acknowledging} what really goes on in [the world], even though—of course—there had been more-and-more fellow whites getting chewed up by The Machine over the years, too: heh heh.


(the words Rich said in that book about america, over 60-years ago, still ring true.)

◊ i've probably writ over 75-billion words over my life↕time; as a consequence, it should be of no surprise to you-all that i call myself a `writer´.

still, i have concerns: a few weeks ago, i was able to go deep enough within myself to realize that my own Powers of Empathy are rather limited; so ... the depth of my musings can only go so far.

and they will only go so far.


⌠shrug⌡


nope.


of the near 75-billion that's ever come from out of my hands, less than 5,000 of them had to have been devoted to Narrative Style; i just thought of th[is {reality}].


so, maybe, Fiction isn't what i'm meant for creating.


(is it strange a pisces who, apparently, isn't too versed with creating Imaginary Worlds?)

◊ eh?

it would appear as if it's going to be a bit harder to find snyder's Jalepeño-flavoured Pretzel Bites; as bad for the Heart and for the Ass as they can be, i am rather sad about that.

i really liked those fucking things.

(maybe if the salt content was reduced, then i could get behind them even more.)

◊ y'know, when i signed-on to my job, i only expected to be a Grocery Clerk — i hadn't presumed i would also be jumping over to "General Merchandise/Variety," on a few occasions; or filling in for the Frozen Foods' and Dairy Clerks when they're absent.

true: the experience has made me more well-rounded..
..but i don't get paid the same money that the original stockers receive — even if i couldn't, per se, do all the tasks that they can, certainly if i am getting the vast majority or all of the merchandise i've been assigned put up to the shelves, then that should count for something, and at least entitle me to a couple of dollars extra-per-hour ── yes?

i truly don't know why i continue to stick around this store, other than..
..i get to dress casually every shift, and no one really watches me, and.....

◊ that fuckin' sucks: last week, i found that i would not be able to play God of War II on the very console which i had replaced because it deigned not read my Gameshark Cheat Disk™ anymore.

something to do with that other disk being Dual-Layered/Gold-Coloured..

the Opinions of Rex. (e.6)

It Is My Opinion That Everything Sucks.

:-)

Marijuana, and you:

(pt. 2 of ?)

if it makes you behave differently than before.....

.....then that thing you're swallowing; snorting; inserting up your Arse..

..it's {{ Dope }}.


:-).


and, given our stellar history just with Marijuana..
..even if its sale & purchase is legalized, then there would still have to be laws governing its usage ... and selling..

(..this, not to even mention the substantive-shift in dynamics when all the people who had been making their money Dope Slingin' on da corners won't have that to fall back on, any longer: i mean..
..there would have to be some impact, once── ..... hm.

heh heh.

niggers just can't do right, no matter what you do for them, now can they?

because, {actually, within time}, if It ain't executed properly, then the legalization of Marijuana would probably lead to an increase of those very crimes that the Measure was crafted to, partially, curtail — and i am thinking primarily of Breaking & Entering, Burglary, Robbery, Grand Theft[, Rape], Murder:

i reck'n it'd be de passé to continue distributing on The Streets; i wouldn't want the remaining-Undisturbed Patches of Land getting razed just to make way for Pot Shops — so, logically, the primary outlets for that should be those Bong Shops and those [Drug] Stores^(♫); i suppose that, alternatively──...

...heh heh.

nope.

even that would pose A Problem, huh because there are a few "Upstanding [Users]"..
..but there are probably many more "Suck-Ass [Users]"; i cannot imagine the Average Joe wanting to see lines of them, waiting to make their little purchases from a Domecile-based Merchandiser, forming in his neighbourhood — it might have been possible to endure or overlook, between 1922 and 1943, and 1771 - 1809, but we human beings seem to have been dispossessed of the rather vital ability of "just doing what we have to do and moving the fuck on".


even if it is finally deemed Kosher, those of us who don't use The Drugs [in any form] and cannot relate to those who do won't want that exposure; so, immediately, most of the Drug Havens would be put in the "poor-sections".

:-).

{i, personally, cannot envision me going to the grocery store to get some ready-made Iced Tea and some Doughnuts ⌠on the quick⌡, and having to deal with a bunch of raucous College Kids, or Gangster [Niggers], or [Pathetic, Downbeaten "Professionals"], either — this is definitely one of those `rotten apple/spoiled bunch´-type dealios; period, no respectable establishment is going to want to be associated with [Crack↕Cocaine]/[Heroine] — how can it?

if, for whatever unearthly reason, Uncle Sam okays that, most businesses with some sort of Sense still wouldn't want "those sorts of clients" frequenting it: shopliftin' Shit on their way up to and away from The Window and shit.}

it's all about Logistics, and Reality.

...

heh.

i cannot believe how way-in over my head i am, with this subject — i was gonna say that the Street Sellin' would probably have to continue; but how to continuously verify that those vendors are only selling grass, and not the other substances that are still banned?

so, by default, it would have to go back to the preëxisting Bong Shops, and Drug Stores; open up some outlets in Malls..
..and set-up some government-subsidized Pot Houses in communities that express an interest for them; or, otherwise, issue permits for people who were interested in growing their own shit — because, of course, Marijuana {and its Paraphernælia} has to be taxed; just within the first year alone, i can see the government raking in at least 73-million in revenue from off of that; the punishment doled out for trying to skip out on paying up would have to be somewhat stiffer than usual: aren't They doing you a favour just by letting you finally deal in that shit without getting you all bunched up in ´cuffs?

for if you grow your own Pot, then there is the ever-extant possibility you, too, will be a seller.)

you silly bastards: you who think it could ever be as simple as the DEA just giving "the green light" and then letting y'all be.


l.o.l.


hell no.^(♫)


one way or another, this will have to be regulated — there is no getting around that; sorry.

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because once you legalize possession of M. J., then it would make no more sense to continue criminalizing its sale — and the ramifications will be extensive, no matter how This is approached.

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it might be "your life", but i don't need one more of your "Personal Decisions" fuckin' up my life and furtherly limiting the decisions i get to make.

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(♫) (can you imagine actually getting your reefer from Wal-Mart? what High Quality Shit that would have to be...)
(♫) (4.71-hit ghetto/italian-style Spaghetti & Meatballs-rhyming combo: +2,088 Kudos bonus points; +7 Style Points)

Marijuana, and you:

(pt. 1 of ?)

one other thing over which i feel ambivalence.


where to begin?

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(i need to begin, carefully: because, honestly, i don't really think about any other type of user, here, besides the one who intakes the Tetrahydrocannabinol in smoke-form ▬ although people who utilize other techniques aren't necessarily escaping my Ire, either.

at any rate, this Bias of mines probably will influence what i shall be writing.)

the thing which i can most easily start in on is that, period, here in the "united" states, currently, Possession & Use is, for the most part, prohibited.

End Of Discussion.

and, to cap it off, i personally want nothing to do with It, because of the cyclical-activities and events which i've been seeing come with it..
..in reference to those who prefer to Light It Up.

(the main questions that get raised are,

• do you not know by now that Lungs almost never appreciate direct and continued exposure to Smoke?

• do you fuckers not know that most of you can get a better buzz if you were to ingest the cannabis leaves?

{even if you would have to wait a little while longer for The Effects to kick in,

• it is, penultimately, your desire to **get that buzz,** yes?})

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´don't smoke↕´don't drink — ´don't Get High, period; and i currently cannot empathize with people who [erroneously {presume}] that they "must" [escape from Reality {in such a way}], either:

i actually don't have a problem with the act of one's getting doped-up, its self; rather, i am responsible enough to remember one other important reality of life:

No Man Is An Island Unto Himself.

i proclaim This, in direct defiance of all you dumb fucks who keep insisting "it's my mother-fucking business what i do with my own life — it has naught to do with anyone else!".

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human beings have consistently shown me their near-absoute lack of responsibility when it comes to Physiologic- and Psychologic-altering substances: i don't give a fuck about the fact that yal bastards have been "getting high since Biblical Times" — there is no way you will successfully convince me that entire Families had not been torn asunder because of the person who was too weak to keep his ass in the fucking house instead of getting behind the wheel —> the individual who actually managed to outlive her 22-year-old son, in spite of the fact it was she who had been smoking the 3-packs a day, while the recently-departed never even brought an opened-beer can to his lips: the future Void to be felt by the uncle who had, through a Crisis or a Coïncidence, formed a substantially-special bond with his niece — she who, after having taken some LSD (peer-pressure influence), was too mentally-impaired to know she was finna walk her ass out onto a rather busy stretch of highway...


oh?


fuck you.


as far as I am concerned, it really all boils down to what can be considered True & Substantive disturbances for reasonable, average people, and up; that which bothers individuals who are of "suspect"-Mental Condition and Physical Bearing really should not be taken into account, irregarding the fact that 'those sorts' seem to be in a Majority, in this world.

what am i trying to say i'm saying that i don't like watching people nod off in the middle of the fucking street, on their Her'on` High™; especially as a Pisces, i get extra-disturbed when i encounter someone who had long-ago burned her brain out from a Bad Acid Trip: that i don't appreciate sitting next to someone whose sweat smells sour from all the Beer/Whiskey/Gin/"Wild Turkey" he had consumed, earlier in the afternoon — probably as a misguided way of showing his peers that he's A Man: when the absorbed smoke on his clothes reeks so strongly that ... i catch an actual Sinus Infection.


one of the very definitions of being human is to have Vices, Habits, Addictions; and, yeah, those affinities will not always beneficial for that person — not in the short-term, not in the long-run → no matter how much i might protest this reality; although if his self-destruction can be converted in a utilizable Sacrifice for the betterment of others.....

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bluntly, i could [give a damn] about y'all who chew or eat the cannabis — not at the moment, anyway; it's just, i really find Problems when people intoxicate themselves for no reason other than just to "buck the system" — otherwise rebelling against some Authority Figure in another of those misguided attempts..


..i derive no satisfaction from those who [begin to] have an obsession (a greed) for wanting to chemically alter their state, to the point of Oblivion — ´selfishly disregarding whatever consequences there might be for others, later on.


i had already, long ago, gained the ability to easily see the falseness and the superficiality of the Com'raderie that is shared amongst the "social" imbibers of Alcohols, T'bakkers, ´n` Mary Jo Wannis, X, et al: you would never dream of inviting that [black {guy}] to your house, under normal/alternate circumstances, otherwise .. so i don't see the point of "opening yourself up" to [him] at that bar or club↕house — unless you are willing to let all participants know upfront that, as far as you can fore↕see it, Activities or/and Relations won't ever progress past what you-all have going on at that `hang-out,´ then you shouldn't be letting anyone have even the faintest of possibilities of believing that something more substantive is possible.


(i guess you could extrapolate one of my other stances about this matter: that if it could truly be said that your actions while Tweaked would have fewer than [3°] of [overall {negative}] impact on the world around you, then, basically, you could set your eyes on fire and go forcing Sea Urchins up your pee-hole, and i wouldn't say shit about it.

i am Utilitarian in that way.

as long as i know it won't affect me or anything else i might ever be compelled to care about in even the slightest; i'd like to think of myself as a relatively-judicious, benevolent, thoughtful individual, regarding Grand Schemes.....)

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the thing is, i can't say what would happen if the sale of marijuana, (and its derivatives), was legalized; because.. ..whether y'all like it or not, any chemical/compound not normally manufactured by [the Human Body] that, when consumed, alters one's Physiology or/and Psychology in any way besides [naturally {and proportionally}] sating Thirst & Hunger, is to be considered a Drug.

´don't give a fuck if it came right up from outta Da Ground or was built-up from da ground-up in A Lab:

but, today...

...i don't even feel like getting down with all the drama, for r'il/for r'il.

in short: i feel Lazy — ´lazier'n'na mother↕fucker; yet i find myself tasked with making an entry in my also-Perpetually Beleaguered blog.

at the moment, the most important thing that i feel i have to enscribe for your perusal, here, is this feeling that had suddenly washed over me, last friday night, as i was walking (from the bus↕stop) to work:

Subtle Doom.

i felt, more than ever, that i had needed to watch my back as i made my way through what instantaneously transformed itself into an even more perilous Valley of Darkness; at that moment, during the 10 o'clock hour, it seemed, to me, as if the entire world had entered a new phase/level of Despair and Wretchedness — and it had to have done so: because my mind was "elsewhere" when all of that came over me; i was not looking for further reason to feel Shittier.

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so what That means is, y'all are going to have to be even more vigilant, from this point and on-ward, than before — sorry.

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incidentally, that Friday Night was also the night i decided i needed to [trim] all facial hair save the soul patch (which i had already trimmed a couple of months back) and ear-length side↕burns; i left all the hair on my scalp untouched, so as to provide some sort of contrast for my newly-embaldened face.

:-).

because of problems i have with Ingrown Hairs, i rarely do that; which i mean to say: when i do go poking around that area (to shape the best goatee or beard i can attain), i only use Clippers—and almost never razors—to trim surrounding hairs down to stubble — but, still, that condition afflicts me, from time-to-time.

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i had been feeling bad about not reading books/novels, so, this year, i took steps to rectify that: i had gone through Wuthering Heights (emily brontë), Black Boy (richard wright; both parts), amongst a handful of others; i am now working on Another Country (james baldwin); the next book i will be reading is Giovanni's Room, also by baldwin: upon seeing me read Another Country, early sunday afternoon, while i was visiting at his place, a certain guy (with whom i have a decent bit of History .. and trouble.....), he figured he would let me have at that.

. . . . .

the thing about all the other books i have completed reading is, i had read them all already.

but, i know that my comprehension of the material, all those years ago, was poor, at best; so it was good for me to give those literature another look.

for all the intelligence that people had presumed to ascribe to me in my youth, i really hadn't known shit; or, i had yet to begin unlocking ... [????].

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at any rate, the book i'm currently on is rather funny ... but, probably not entirely for the reasons James would hope i'd have; i won't name those reasons, at the moment.

i will say that ... even to this day, i . . . . . sorta find myself gravitating towards Eric.
at least, his "physiological type": red-haired, blue-eyed, just chunky enough.

he seems like he'd be cute ... although he can save the cross-dressing — ´just not my thing.


the thing that struck me most about the book is ... it was conceived in 1948, and had been developing in James's womb during the 1950s, being born only in the early 1960s; i guess... ...that this whole Standards & Practices/Television Code-dogma imposed on publicated media really had much more of a cultural impact than i've originally given it credit for; but with the advent of the Industrial Age, over 200-years ago, profanes and vulagres were only proliferated — muther↕fuckers, in real life, certainly were anything but Leave It To Beaver, and The Waltons: shows like I Love Lucy and The Honey↕Mooners were just a bit more fideline to how things really were [at that time] — ralph perpetually with his ever-looming domestic abuse, always threatening to send that mouthy-ass bitch Alice to the moon.

:-D.

^(♫)

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(♫) (no, i'm not sayin' it's okay to *POW*/straight to the kisser just because [a Woman] is being verbally provocative.. ..but, sometimes, [las chicas] just be pushin' it.....)