death to word press

I give up, they have locked me out for the last time, So any way a dear sister hay and I came to florida, where all the landless peasant fucks here know about the impending government doom in the camps, there are mobile gas chambers set up on different corners of the city. We picked up another traveling partner bu\y the name of trashcan, he is a peach. Well its honestly just drunkl nights in this worthless sand bar of a state. All the anarchist i meet are just in to punk rock ...which i am of the opinion has been dead for years but the illusioned masses need different distractions, same illusion wont work on everyone. I guess the plan is to find a new pair of socks, then shamelessly beg from college kids untill they decide it is better to quit school and destroy stuff like we are doing. or what ever. So getting dreunk is on the menue for tonight. i hope. and i will write more later.