How're you doing? All right? Alright.
Let me tell you one thing: It's bloody baltic here. Don't even know why I stay; oh, yeah. I can't leave. Well, anyways. That is what this is about: being stuck.
Stuck
Stuck,
Stuck--
Stuck;
Stuck.
What does it mean?
–verb
—Idiom 2. stuck on, Informal . infatuated with: He met her only once and is already stuck on her.1.
pt. and pp. of stick2 .
Well, wasn't that a useful bit of information. The power of the net is just amazin' sometimes. No. I mean that I'm trapped. I'm completely immobile here, and I cannot for the life of me figure out what it is. Every second is a second wasted. Every moment not completely focused on something MONUMENTALLY IMPORTANT is wasted. Completely. Every moment that I'm not stoned or wasted is wasted--hah. Kidding with that last one.
I reach for a piece of chewing gum and I realize that I have no idea what it's made of. Does that change our topic? Oh, you bet.
People are so prissy about what they eat, and yet? There they go: chomp, chomp, chomp. It's disgusting.
You are what you eat, I suppose.
Not important.
Either way, when people eat meat, they REFUSE to even so much as touch the damn thing if it wasn't "grown organically under all-natural conditions and fed only 100% pure pesticide free grass in an open field and killed under amazing conditions..." etc etc etc etc. But meanwhile, this woman is chomp chomp chomping away on a piece of chewing gum.
Well, isn't that a bitch? I'd say so, madame.
Jesus, I would do anything to shake people and ask them WHY. Why in general. Not "Why do you eat meat?" Or "why do you chew gum?" Or "why can't you chew it quietly!?" but more like,
"Why do I ask why?"
Because that's what it all comes down to, in the end. What is what, and why isn't anything anything more than it seems?
Not sure, either.
Christ, I'm freezing.
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