It occurs to me that getting off aint the problem.
It's staying off that where we fail in keeping the
jack boot of oppression off our throats and out of
our asses. So intoxicated by the absolute pleasure
of getting off, we forget to stay off and climb back
on the conveyor belt of meat just so we can do it again.
Any decemt addict or winehead can tell you that you
don't have to worry about falling off the wagon if
you don't climb onto the dammed thing in the first
place. So you cann take your wagon train west, I'll
walk straight to HELL. Thank you very much.
And if there is a $90 dollar check with my name on it
waiting for me at the gates I'm gonna cash it in at
the nearest bank and spend it on extremely dangerous
drugs, cheap wine and even cheaper women.
This is after all, HELL. So don't just GET OFF, STAY
OFF.