not to be a…
if you posture and you know it youre a… if you posture and you know it youre a….. if you posture and you know it, and youre proud to be a show-it, if you posture and you know it, youre a jerk.
if you posture and you know it youre a… if you posture and you know it youre a….. if you posture and you know it, and youre proud to be a show-it, if you posture and you know it, youre a jerk.
JUST because baseball blows and you feel cheated out of your life
doesnt mean you have to h8 on.
flip it, tink.

i wrote a big long diatribe about nothing in particular. then i was outraged by its lack of specificity. now i steel my resolve and say that i am compelled by melancholy. i dont think it implies the same as melancholy in the context of hemmingway or dostoyevsky or whatever. its my defense mechanism for the state of the world. maybe i like it. frankly i am concerned by the lack of persons that are not reveling in melancholy. its a terrible world. dont get caught up in the great life we have in america. for every one of us that has a good life there are probably four that have shitty lives. do your duty. be depressed about it. then go further than me. effect change. dont look to your government. dont talk about the grand ‘WE’ because it probably doesnt exist. do something. write a poem. carve wood. blow glass. eat nails. i dont know.
dont talk to me about 24-bit color depth. dont do it.
bombs are a departure from reality. they take nice whole molecules and polymers and neural nets and JIGGLE them around and what you have is new reality. reality that is not reconciled with pre-bomb reality. so is the crazy mind that wants to boom boom a bomb already bombed in the head? living in a bombed out reality in which it is not only justified and logical but NATURAL? bombers operate somewhere else. they need counseling. by that jack nicholson character in anger management. i never saw that though.wasnt he the source of the anger or something? maybe that would be the wrong guy. maybe lilith from cheers. or frasier? yeah. kelsey grammer. aka side show bob. aka the beast. UPS TO BEAST. yeah i think kelsey grammar has enough nastiness in him as well as objectivity to really get to the root of the rotten shit burn stain that causes some people to screw with other people beyond shaving cream and paintball. i tend to hate those two things as much as banana flavored pop-ice and broken shell necklaces, but ill take them over senseless murdering of the populace. nasty terrorist poo poo heads who dont play enough dumb 3rd person shooters and never get schmaquered so they create new outlets in the name of religion and social health. nice. roaches and fire ants are going to be laughing at us in 500 years. they will be eating all the bioengineered crops, hanging out in rich peoples houses watching LCD tv and sucking down rolling rock because rolling rock could only taste that bad thanks to preservatives that MUST be like formaldehyde. YAY! pretty future. i need to buy stock in amdro and raid.
Monthly Archives: July 2006