drolin temple

that's right, drolin temple, the place to pray some dope-fu prayers of hippy lettuce to the ganja gods of pot paradise in a heaven of hemp. i'm also listening to magical symphonic melodic power speed metal from the northern areas of western europe. got my taxes back for 740 something fake dollars. used some for rent. got some good beer (saranac) and it's great. beer gods are a-ok in drolin temple, but only if they are not the gods of american piss beers and peepee pilsners. Richard, my neighbor came to my door tonight and wanted to talk about heavy shit. he told me that he was having issues because he wanted to do stuff like paint and make music and he really wants to totally get into what he wants to do. he doesn't observe this characteristic in other people that he knows, but I told him about a little bit of alex jones's material and he seemed very interested. we talked about some of the facets of human life which are controlled by media hypnotism. I have very good hopes for richard because he gets excited about his renessance man persona. imagine a scottish terrier type of dog. whereas I would be a greyhound, todd would be a bulldog as well as mike. loretta a beautiful but deadly siamese cat. heather a goldfish with flowing fins of hair glistening beautifully in the clear and unfluoridated water. heather is the most beautiful warehouse angel in the world and should be treated that way. I used to stop by and talk to her once in a while and she was pretty cool. think a young brenda. a few beers and a few kids lighter though.