It seems appropriate to do now.

I was sitting in this room tonight. And we smoked a lot of pot. People were here that I did not know. Nothing I did was old. Some guy threw up in my toilet after smoking for the first time. At his request we rolled the joint with a page from the bible. It said something about being tempted to do evil things. Temptation is the bitch of life and I love her.

Our writing, perhaps, (deja vu) as characters being constructed according to current mental states. Catering to my madness now is different than later. And even within this. The evolution of the character that is part of me.

But pulls towards you.
That Divine Fuck.
She haunts my nights and she's close. The proximity becomes a barrier, accentuating the mess of individuality....Distance allows the messy mass to look as one. One sees terribly from afar. things can look so beautiful.


good night. I must retire.

The Law

The Law says that it is powerful. The man does not wish to confront the power head on. He waits for its permission. He waits for power to allow him to pass. The man gives gifts and the Law takes them without care. It is wise that the Law allows the man to exercise all possibilities, to exhaust himself. Power finds and grows in strength because it allows these sorts of actions.
When the man is close to death it is a question that comes. Questions as weapons. The door is meant only for the man. And he never attempted to move beyond. To be courageous. Or curious. And the Law bends down to answer the man's question "for the difference in size between them has increased very much to the man's disadvantage." Obsession AND lack of creativity feed the Law. It grows.

this goes here

bleeding guitar and dueting voices with this guy

I was close to her.
though an asshole of me, as i loved her man.
though we spoke of this.
that danger of having a man.
and such misguided expectations.
though it was just me, going for the steal as usual,
on the most moral grounds.

Royal

Its easy to doubt, and sometimes i see the ways i lie. Such words, coming in sound and thought, such places. I waste my time, and i live in filth, trying to stay calm.

and in control telling myself they are not like me. But even this can be seen as good or bad or sad. Even the recognition that people are not me is pathetic, yet grand and royally humble. again, as it ever was, it depends, as it does, on whatever we wish it to, or find it to.

and again as it ever was, recognizing this, Eehch! it all becomes such sick forms of validation, and i'd rather just look away or accept, because i'm damned and retched either way.

but again, its royal, and good, and grand.

going out

i drank.
i flirt on women,
but it was just for nothing.
and not to deal with drunk stupid reality.
only for us to unite.
and relationship.

but i cant wait.
i stay in my room, and nothing.
so i go out.
and its real. but fuzzy.

Photos

Go Here for photos from sloser travels to some europe cities.

It was formed in 1873 by the union of the city of Buda on the right bank of the Danube River with the city of Pest on the left.

tomorrow

-Final
-Flight to Budapest

DURNK Thoughts. And Fights

Alexandre: 02:18:57

nfjhfjhgfhjgfmhfkjhfg

Alexandre: 02:19:01

weirthasrt

Andrew Coles: 02:19:02

fuvck you7

Andrew Coles: 02:20:00

my ketsys are alld boody

Andrew Coles: 02:22:46

,u ,u ,mu ,umumy hsnfd my hsnfdm my hands are bleeding'

Andrew Coles: 02:23:10

i stll still dont know why

Andrew Coles: 03:42:01

why thef cusk are yous till up

Andrew Coles: 03:42:06

asshoels

Andrew Coles: 03:42:33

i passeds out in my chair

Andrew Coles: 03:42:40

OYLKDF

Andrew Coles: 03:42:42

OY!

Andrew Coles: 03:42:45

whats doing

Andrew Coles: 03:47:43

So one day i was talking to a friend of mine maned namesd fred. Fred wasnt afan of the jewsih, and cwho could blam him. the stole his home and desecrated his land, a sign of the ameraican coalition at the time. Some Egyptian blew off his brothers legs in a neighborly fight that eneeded in the death of a cow and the speration of an tentire marriage. Truth be told, it was for the better, but like would never be the same. WW3 started, and all hell broke loose. murderers, killing\\ers, manslaughterers, and butchers romed the land, serachign for meet to chop up and serve. Wen nothing could suffice theyre bloodthirsty appetite, they became veggetarians. witht chethier changed ways, everytingm was good in the world, and once more humanity was at peace. Sefl scarifice is a method to beauty. Black serves white, dark to light, and we must seek violence to undertsnd pecace. I love you, bt one day i will kill you. And thats just how it is. What can one say? WE live in times of fear and desolation. I am a robot. Flow my tears.

Andrew Coles: 03:49:31

im eating cereal

Andrew Coles: 04:31:38

hey

Andrew Coles: 04:31:40

asshole

The area Sloser? and Sloserx currently inhabit:

Recently

i am drawing nasty things like blood, penises, KKK

nest

i got to lay back and be drunk, and enjoy the fruit of my own labor, becuase others were fucking the light. and they did a good job, and were peaceful. and it held our attention. and nothing was awkward or bad.

planning a site