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The Manson Tapes

it seems a shame to have to sneak to get to the truth. To make the truth such a dirty old nasty thing. You gotta sneak to get to the truth, the truth is condemned. The truth is in the gas chamber. The truth has been in your stockyards. Your slaughterhouses. The truth has been in your reservations, building your railroads, emtying your garbage. The truth is in your ghettos. In your jails.In your young love, not in your courts or congress where the old set judgement on the young. What the hell do the old know about the young? They put a picture of old George on the dollar and tell you that he's your father, worship him. Look at the madness that goes on, you can't prove anything that happened yesterday. Now is the only thing that's real. Everyday, every reality is a new reality. Every new reality is a new horizon, a brand new experience of living. I got a note last night from a friend of mine. He writes in this note that he's afraid of what he might have to do in order to save his reality, as i save mine. You can't prove anything. There's nothing to prove. Every man judges himself. He knows what he is. You know what you are, as i know what i am,we all know what we are. Nobody can stand in judgement, they can play like they're standing in judgement. They can play like they stand in judgement and take you off and control the masses, with your human body. They can lock you up in penitentiaries and cages and put you in crosses like they did in the past, but it doesn't amount to anything. What they're doing is, they're only persecuting a reflection of themselves. They're persecuting what they can't stand to look at in themselves, the truth.
 
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This is also why I'm so obsessed with AI640. It was our favorite in those months. After he was in rehab, I drew the album art for Pt. 1 for him and cried my eyes out when I thought I had fucked it up while trying to laminate it.
You're hard on yourself. I doubt it was all bad.
 
You're hard on yourself. I doubt it was all bad.

It wasn't all bad, it was just a few months that were really bad. Can't even say I regret it, because obviously it's what lead to the life we have now. C'est la vie and all.
I haven't laughed so hard in months. Love this noob. We're dummyed
Anyway, we got almost everything moved and he went home for now. I'm taking Wednesday and Thursday off and he's coming back to help. Good week ahead, two days of work, two days of bullshitting with my brother (that one btw) and then a really easy workday friday. Life's good. Was gonna sleep in my trailer tonight but I forgot the electric isn't hooked up yet and I need mi phone o algo
 
My family when I make fun of fat women:
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My brother makes an awful lot of "piss jug" jokes at my expense. One or two was fine, but I'm starting to think this noob thinks I piss in bottles
 
Moving fucking sucks. Thank God for my brother, I'd have shot myself if I had to do all of that with one of my stepmom's kids helping.
Currently getting ready to take a nap fully clothed with my boots still on because fuck it.
Tonight I have to bring the last of my clothes over and move my snake back into his terrarium.
 
Moving fucking sucks. Thank God for my brother, I'd have shot myself if I had to do all of that with one of my stepmom's kids helping.
Currently getting ready to take a nap fully clothed with my boots still on because fuck it.
Tonight I have to bring the last of my clothes over and move my snake back into his terrarium.
Also I have to take my bed apart fuck
 
I'm not sure how or when my brother unlocked the "swear casually in front of grandma" ability. Curious.
 
My brother and I have been joking about the Cornell 7 all week. it's nice, I hate bringing up "internet politics" shit like that around him because it makes me feel like a terminally online sperg, but I casually brought it up saturday and he knew basically as much as I do.
I cannot stress how much I love that noob, honestly. We're so similar, but different enough to bully eachother over our differences. I've probably talked about this before, but being bullied by a loved one is the best feeling ever. It just reminds me that we're close enough that we're comfortable taking the piss about fairly serious mistakes and faults we have/had. It's hard to be ashamed of or regret something when you laugh your ass off talking about it with family.
 
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My mom is buying me all new bedding for Christmas and other stuff for my trailer. I'm gonna do softer colors and kinda try to match the 70s aesthetic of the trailer since it's ao frickin retro and nostalgic o algo. Already secured my own Christmas tree for now. It's going to be a cute little home.
I want to see how all of my emo shit clashes with the cutsey grandma-tier decorations I have. I think that's a pretty good representation of my soul.

I'm excited for sheets and towels. I'm fucking old.
 
Minor electrical issues. The lights don't work but they all worked when I picked it up, so it's probably something with the fuses. AC runs but doesn't put out any air which is not a big deal at all, especially heading into fall.
I probably won't even fuck with the heat this year. I don't need the propane for the stove anyway, so I'd rather just use an electric heater when I need. My biggest concern is the snake, I don't want to keep my heater running when I'm not there, so I hope his heat lamp works well enough.

Just tidying up now, planning to sleep there tonight
 
I was kind of disappointed, because my plan to have framed posters of each AI640 album cover seemed like it wouldn't work out in my trailer, but I think I have just enough room to hang them together in my bedroom. I'll measure when i head back over (SQQN)
 
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