Drinking alone in the woods

Isn't dark and scary?

sometimes, the cacophony of insects and wind and tree and bird and shadow are far more relaxing and calming than the hypnotizing lights and sounds of the mind control playland.

the darkness is pure and strong, and it speaks if you listen.

it tells of beautiful things, and points the way to hidden splendor. I gather strength as the whispers of the long dead roll and lap amongst my feet. I breathe in fear and exhale wisdom.

I am a man

death to the new world empire


That's fucking poetry, man!

Have a great Drinkerama, and try not to die of exposure.

Wrap yourself in the copious amounts of damp porn mags that you will find there!



That's why I thought he was Ian Anderson


Is that a "Jethro Tull" reference?

I was never a great fan, I must admit.

Isn't dark and scary?

and with those things they call "critters"?