Blow me

My. Head. Hurts. And the wind is blowing inside. It feels like everything is moving due to wind, except my head. It just floats still, not relating or caring about the rest of the world, barely caring about things outside my inner membranes. Well, yes, I see them, but they’re just there. My head refuses to interact with them.

Bah! Fuck.

Stupid wind. Why do we eve have low climate pressures? They only fuck things up. We should make laws against them, just forbid them. Make it illegal for a country to let a low climate pressure go over them. That would make countries have to do something about them to stop from getting poor, which in turn would make the world a low pressure climate free place. Except for over the seas, of course. And poor countries who can’t afford the technology. Wait, this might not be such a good idea after all..

My new number one cause: Ban Climate. I could probably hand that one over to Ron Paul or something.

Oh, and again: I am Jacks slightly annoyed pituitary gland. I have nothing to declare. This is yet another “go on green” post. Just so you know. No pretentious, far-fetched subtile meanings, just a ramble. Pramis. Pramis bigtyme.