The city looks so peaceful from up here.
Anything is peaceful from one thousand three hundred and fifty three feet.
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Getting acid this weekend… Wow it really is not hard to find drugs in Northern California.
Goddamn I hate being told I’m special. I hate being told I’m party of an amazing community. I hate these frivolous pats on the back and this unnecessary handholding.
I want to be special, and I want to be part of a great community, but the fact that Palo Alto kids are constantly beat over the fucking head with compliments from salivating adults about how great we are is pretty indicative of the fact that we’re not special, that we’re actually sheltered suburbanites who live in a liberal white bubble.
When you’re told as a kid that you’re smart, you end up working less. Now we’re being told how unique we are. Cue faceless boring cogs being created.
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Everybody wants safety, safety love
Everybody wants comfort, comfort love
Everybody wants certain, certain love
Everybody but me