God bless America

and fuck the rest of the world. I mean this sarcastically, of course.
Today I was pretty pissed off for the start. I got to the train station and tried to get a ticket to London, not realizing the chunnel was still closed from that fire a while ago. Kind of wish I knew that. So I went to the airport, searched for tickets, got one to Glasgow, and then started my day.
I didn't think I would get to Scotland, but now I'm kind of forced to. It makes me happy in a way, since I didn't care for London to much, but thought I had to, and thought that I would have to miss seeing Scotland to reach my deadline. Now I realize that, well, fuck England. I'm an American patriot damnit, so fuck England! Go Scotland! YEAH!
After booking my flight I walked through the Botaniq Gardens, which is some other word in Flemish, the native tongue of the people here. It's not quite French, it isn't quite Dutch, it's just fucking Flemish. Anyways, I was walking through, thinking how nice it would to be getting stoned in the park and just enjoying nature and taking the time to take pictures of the spiders, and then I got hit by a chestnut, and I was still irritated that I wasn't in London, and fuck nature. I'm a product of a society and a world that destroys nature, I'm more powerful than nature, I'm at the top of the fucking food chain, fuck nature.
I went to the gorcery store, got some bread, cheese, wine and chocolate and thought about how awesome it was that I could eat bread, and cheese, and drink wine, and eat chocolate right in the middle of a touristy spot, feeling like complete euro trash and taking in everything and washing away my worries with a beautiful Bordeux that cost 2 euro and I got my buzz on, and heard music. Rock music from a band, not a cd, not from speakers, but amplifiers, the french lyrics were shot at me from the angst of some barely 20 year olds in the middle of a tunnel, and it was wonderful. Cute French and Belgian euro trash smoking cigarettes drinking beer giving massages in the middle of the street. I never felt more at home.
God bless America, my home, where I come from we tell everyone that sex is bad but violence is ok. Don't fuck, kill. Abstinence is the answer, violence is the question.
Fuck the rest of the world, we need Gods help. Don't make love, kill because that's what we did in the middle ages, because we are on another crusade, because we can't fuck.
On the way back from the band, a girl was playing techno in the back of a Hummer on the streets on Brussels. I walked past, went into the botanic garden, and came across a girl rolling a cigarette on the bench of the park, a girl I recognized from the hostel, she called me over and asked if I wanted to smoke. I took her up on the offer, got stoned with her in the park, listened to her talk to me and to her friends in French, took in everything, the smell the feel the flowers the spiders, everything. It was perfect. It was bliss.
Then a bird shit on her backpack, and her friend, and we left.
Fuck nature.
Go to America, God.
Fuck the rest of the world.