Keith Watanabe * NET 2.0

in a few more hours, i'll be once again trapped in that pillar of concrete, steel and suit-n-tie incarceration joint. it's almost like a catacomb built above ground. you can see the outside, but you're essentially locked away by social engineering from freedom. it's amazing how society reverted to its medieval roots. my head usually sings by itself Extreme's old "Mutha" song with the word "school" interpolated with "work." started coming up with the title of a song i'd love to write called "Tell Your Boss Fuck You!" if my guitar string wasn't busted (and i wasn't a lazy ass), i'd probably try to write something down.