LOVE & HAVOC

In 1996 I did the unthinkable, I sold my soul. Now one would think that when one sells ones soul one would get endless riches. Not me though, I sold my soul for a can of cheese whiz. You see, my fat ass was fighting the worst case of the munchies since the national smoke out at the White House in 95, and that year was just too god damned long, so I snatched the cheese whiz like that fool of a Took took farmer Maggot’s crop. But this isn’t about maggots, it’s about SQUIRREL! So anyways, I ate that can of cheese whiz like I ate my first whisker biscuit. Sloppy, unfinished and half empty. Since then my mind won’t brain, but my brain don’t mind. What sucks donkey balls is I was born to vibe and now I’m forced to work, and all I really want to do is be okay at getting by, and live off of wizard’s cabbage. So in order to get back to being nothing but a day drinking, midnight toker who just vibes and makes content, writes his stories, poems and songs and speaks them into the void I need proceeds. But here at the collective we don’t want anything for free. So we made merch, better merchandise than that word art bullshit I used to have. Marginally anyways, I made memes, I put them on t-shirts. Hey don’t judge, I never said I was talented, I said I was unhinged. At least I'm doing something, like I say doing fights the ill being. So if you feel inclined, grab some threads to recline, elevate and vibe in. That way it’s like an economic reach around, I get to work less and make more content and you at the least get a mediocre splooge sponge. Now that’s winning! Eat your heart out Charlie Sheen.