L.E.S. artistes

stress.
the epitome of a knot in my stomach
that grows its own tangled 
rain forest that will 
slowly 
ravage 
my body 
and flow through my veins and become 
my thoughts. 
i feel that soon its vines will creep 
out of my ears and overtake my body 
completely.  
it is a way of life, 
is it not? 
people can only function by having 
this jungle of stress wrapped in 
their body, in which conveys 
their emotions, sexual desires, 
maybe even unconscious.  
stress..
it jabs away and 
away. 
eating slowly at who you are 
and what you will become. 
empowering itself for one selfish notion.  no concept of simplicity.
sitting on a rooftop 
watching the sunset with a blanket around you and a warm cup of 
ecstasy 
in your palms 
does not exist.

relevance v. idiocracy

can someone please tell me what the relevance of online traffic school is. it is very frustrating when in the process of it, suddenly you are kicked out or somehow something went wrong and you paid your 19.95 for nothing. WTF. so irritating. and what the fuck is the relevance. most of the time the questions and quizzes have nothing to do with actual traffic awareness. why am i doing this again? ah yes, so my car insurance doesn't rape my poor college student bum.  
so over having a car in san francisco, but so not willing to take public transportation everywhere.

cheers to comment pages and contact emails. you will have my vengeance.