Letter Nate Than Bever...

Explosions, explosions. When will it all end? Dunno, but I'm hoping things turn out alright in the long run. Time to see where fortunes wind up heeyah. I'm sorry to be so cryptic, but it's better than not posting at all. Or is it? I did a video for Nik Kershaw's Wouldn't It Be Good extended version. Tis up at the top somewhere. He is awesome, and he actually answered back an email I sent him at one time. Whee for me.
Not much else. Getting ready for my oral conference to see whether I get suspended or not for three days. Looks like it, as the guy that's going to do it was an asshole over the phone. Woops, guess I can't be late for a very long time.
Oh wellz...
More later. Fun and joy... and joyness.

Who Doth He Think He is...?

Some douchebag commented on my last two posts...
"Who does he think he is?"
How do we know it's a he?
Don't care personally. Either someone who got butthurt over what I said about their beloved Michael Jackson, or someone I know playing anonymous jackass.
I saw Moon yesterday. Wonderfully bleak and all that. The guy from Choke was in it, so I knew it'd be a good one. I enjoyed it immensely, and give it a solid A.
I went to the lake for some swimming, but the lake levels were way too high. Of course the jackass let me pay to get in, when he knew I'd be back to collect my refund. The pool was full, too, so no swimming today. I came back, made bacon wrapped cheddar and jalapeno brats with kraut, and soon will be kicked back on the couch watching tv.
I didn't drink this weekend, but my friend did, and I bet he is miserable for it. I always feel better without the drink, but after awhile you try to slip a few back in and WHAMMO!!!
My kid wants to run and get slimmed up, so we are going to hit the gym together. Mondays they are closed, so we are going to start slow. Hit a trail and just sun it up maybe. Chit chat. I need to get back into that. Fuck the rest of you.
The rest of you are the kind that post comments like, "You FAIL @blogging."
The kind that let shit fester away inside of you. I will not be one of you. Who do you think you are?
Who?
Coming soon: back in shape, mentally and physically. Videos will be made, stuff will be done. I will find a focus.
Michael Jackson is STILL dead, by the way. Fuck him.

Knowing is Half the Battle...

So I avoided this when it came out at the theater, and this was when I was going at least 3 times a week. Well, yesterday I finally rented it. Alas, I was unable to watch but a smidgeon.
Today, I got to finish it. To make a long story short, it sucked and the only part worth watching was when the sun scorched the planet.
And incinerated his extremely receding hairline to smithereens.
F+.
Now I'm fresh out of the shower, a svelt 175ish and beads of juicy dewyness rolling down my back. And into the crack of my ass, ha!
There's no work tomorrow, and I'm wondering if any good movies are even coming out. I kind of wanted/needed some overtime, but these three days will actually be spent recovering instead of piling on the hurt. I haven't been smoking, or drinking, so my everything feels better already as well.
I can either take the good car and have to get up early, or not go anywhere and sleep really really really late. If I do that, I won't get what I need to do done, if you dig. Decisions, decisions...

Sometimes people ask me why I'm giggling uncontrollably in a corner. It is usually because of this picture. They, however, know nothing.
Fools.

Michael Jackson on a Spit...

I went to the doctor yesterday, after the hellacious five day weekend I had before that.
Bad kidney infection, and my stomach must've gotten involved, because I threw up blood constantly Sunday, which in turn reamed out my pipes from all the acid coming back up. I pretty much didn't eat for five days, and I won't mention what else I did.
"Liquid diet, perhaps?
Indeed.
I was given ciprofloxacin, a heavy antibiotic, to knock this shit out. I had thought it was either a pulled muscle that wouldn't unkink, or kidney stones again...
But I was all nervous and jittery from you know what, and constantly nauseous. So they gave me promethazine, which I'd thought was some kind of super acid reflux killer or something.
"No-o-o-o-o-o-o sir!"
The dreams I have had...
It says it can be a heavy sedative, or great for insomnia. It was also used as an antipsychotic in the past. The chick doctor gave me the highest dose pills you can get, 25mg. If I would've taken it how she said, I'd be dead. I only finally took 1/4 of a pill last night, and boy did it hit hard. At first, I felt just kind of woozy, then extremely drousy. I fell asleep for 5-10 minutes watching Teen Wolf, then woke up all funky and kinda messed up feeling. When sleep overtook me again, I had really screwed up dreams. end of the world fare, but very vivid, very...
"Surreal?"
Frighteningly.
The things I remember, and can divulge, is that I was staying in some big hotel with family and other people I've known in the past. I was outside somewhere, and I looked to the sky. I could see this wierd cloud formation going on, like the mother of all tornadoes was spawning. Then I saw the tendrils coming out of it, and how large it really was. I alerted the person I was with, and we left. I got back to the room, and told everyone I was hallucinating or something, because I had seen what I thought to be the end of it all. Or soon to be.
"Did they confirm your suspicions of visual kookooness on your part?"
Did they ask you what you'd been smoking, and if you had any to break out?
Someone turned on the TV to CNN, and I was flabbergasted. Many things: giant figures floating on air, strange beasts, and just plain craziness. Alot of things from the bible, and they weren't happy. And no one in the room seemed to be bothered by it. Almost like acceptance of what was about to hit. I don't remember much after that. And when I woke up this morning, I was still woozy. The feeling didn't go away until, I think, I shit it out. And I've taken a shit five times now since I woke up.
I just thought I'd share what I remember since I don't usually dream, or remember them.
There was more, but of a personal nature I just can't share.

So anyway, like I said, I was watching Teen Wolf, which is an amazing movie. So many things going on at the same time, and Michael J Fox can act like a mofo. What a rare A+ movie. I also watched Knocked Up again earlier in the evening. Still good.
I haven't seen any movies since whatever I mentioned last time-ish. Debating on the Transformers, but it is superlong and I ain't big into cars, other than driving them.
Erm, what else? I was watching Battlestar Gallactica and Buck Rogers before, but had to take a break. So I'm almost finished with Silver Spoons now. Great, happy little show.
"Remember when your sisters curled you hair underneath at the bottom so you could look like him?
Then the curling iron burn you received on your neck?
Ha, we also tried the Flock of Seagulls 'do on me as well. That bird was not a healthy one.
Oh yeah, Michael Jackson. He died. Oh wellz.
Big deal.
I will say it. Fuck that pedophile. It's ok to pass trauma like that on because A: Daddy did it to him first, and B: he's so-o-o-o-o-o-o talented it should just be overlooked. How much did he pay in that settlement again? You don't pay if you didn't do it. It's like O.J. going free from murder charges only to find him negligable in their deaths...
Moments of silence they give him.
Why couldn't we have gotten that when he was alive, like...
Not having to hear about his legal woes, or what his other crazy family members were doing, or his music. Ha!
Raised up on a pedestal, I guess. And alot of lonely, demented buffoons worshipping him as a god. Downright pissed if you say a harsh word...
"On a pedestal..."
Should've been put on a spit instead.
Waddya want, a wing or a thigh...?

What up, Mofeckle?

How yo dick hangin'?
Low I hope...
Dennis Chevante. The man. I can't wait until Observe and Report comes out. Trying to think what else I'm waiting for, but they, if they even exist, elude memory for now. Dang it.
When I'm done here, I'ma go looking online to find out. A+ movie all the way. The director is the same as Foot Fist Way, and Danny McBride even makes a "guesty".
I just made that word up. Yay for me!!!
I also happened to be digging through a $5 bin at Best Buy with no hope in sight, when I spied Silent Rage. I'm sure if I watched most Chuck Norris movies now, I'd cringe like I do when I see the A Team. Doesn't have the same effect. But this one is Chuck versus the guy that's pretty much like Mike Myers without the mask. Kung fu plus Sci Fi plus the Country equals what?
An A+ plus movie still. I highly recommend.
What else: Sunshine Cleaning. A+ as well. Great movie, the kind of which gets overlooked and underseen. Too bad, and Steve Zahn makes an appearance as a sleazy exboyfriend/cop/still current lover.
Nothing else. Shopping around, so to speak.
Saving my soul...
"He has one?"
I think he's being sarcastic.
I also just finished season one of Charles in Charge. I have finished up finally tonight, and only wish they had season two. Great show, I wonder why Chachi died out of stardom? I mean, he was still banging away at some high profile poonanner even after he fell. Mind boggling.
I need to remember how to properly search Hulu so I can find new things to watch.

Shun...

I am always being led to Candy Mountain, but no more. Strength. Unicorns. Pink and violet. I once again am free, and care no more. Free to be me, free to be.
Yay for me.
Working out, very hard, very...
Diligent in my feeding habits. I saw a movie tonight that I expected to suck: it was called Expired. This guy is one step away from being a serial killer. I could but I'd be more the vigilante. I could never kill anyone who didn't deserve it. My only reason is revenge, though it is not much better.
Justice?
Why not?
Shun the nonbeliever, shhhhunnnnnnnnnn-nah.

Snifferpibbitz...

Man. I is............................

Can you dig it?

Love take me down... to the street...

Geeeeeeeeez.

Well You Lie, You Lie Lie Lie...

Tell me why, tell me why. Why you had to lie? Either side of the extreme, it all makes no sense. Do I care?

No.

I have shed alot of things, yet feel all them very distinctly.

When I come out of this I will surely be heartless, not care. This is my purpose, or is it?

I hate normality, I hate everything.

Fix me?

Signed, Sealed, and Delivered?

So here we are again...
Pink nipples and all. A man on vacation. A cancer.
I'd laugh if I had it.
Instead, I get to linger on, and fall victim to lesser crimes.
Betrayel.
Why?
The wind howls, as do I. A tornado would be nice. Lifted up, carried.
Then dashed. Ragdoll action. I open my arms.
I've been dead for years and years.
This kinda thing would only finalize it.
I may kill this blog soon, or leave it here, not sure. It started harmlessly enough, then I had to make it suck...

Gacy Schmacy...

My day today consisted of many things I had not originally planned on. One of which was setting the microwave on fire at work. It no longer works...
"He broked it!!!"
Inconceivable.
Au contrere. I did that and more, all of which I will not expound upon, including the drunken antics of one overly thirstatious ferret...
I saw Milk the other day. It was ok, a strong B+ even with Sean Penn playing the same character as he did in I am Sam, just a notch gayer on the scale. Franco is good, but a bit too much grab ass for my tastes...
I also saw the Street Fighter movie, and it was lame. Shun. Shuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun.
What else...?
I'm seeing Shopaholic tonight, but I can't wait for The Watchmen to come out. That will be amazing. I pine for this...
"He pines..."
He doth.
So work, blah blah blah. Fuckers messing my shit up on a regular basis.
Cocktease.
I wonder if this blog will ever be of interest to someone in the far future. Will they wonder what the fuck this strange cowboy was all about?
Ok, the moment has passed. No more prideful wonderings.
It is bizarre to see how my blog has changed. Definitely not evolved but... devolved? Stripped down?
"Ha, minutely comic, perhaps..."
Tragically geh, possibly.
We are our own worst critics. We are the ones who hold ourselves back, from the unknown, from the...
Undead clowns. They want to suck the last bit of marrow from our funny bone, then use that jagged edge to pick lazily at their fangs.
I've been reading up on some things. There is usually some kind of cataclysmic event causing unknown oodles of trauma. Then a calm...
Then the giving up of all those things that hurt, caused pain. You shred them up, then toss them out the window. You abandon hope for awhile, then dig deeply into something.
You become interesting and not so numb anymore eventually. You find people begin flocking once again, wondering how... how... how...?
You then show that one fatal flaw, that event horizon which sends you careening off into the black.
"Swallowed."
Whole.
Why, you may ask?
This is what we do. We juggle, we make balloon animals, we let the children tear at us and well...
Fuck our shit up, for lack of better phrasing. We are always in search for treasure.
In this we are doomed.
In this we are doomed.

Doth it ring for moi?
Si, oui, and dah. It doth, yet doth not bring about randy late night fumblings as was earlier pined for.
Something good came out of it, I just need to "do yo thang".
"Methinks he doth procrastinate too much..."
Troo dat. He doth.
I originally started this blog after reading about Kevin Underwood, the retarded fuck who blogged and eventually killed a 12 year old girl. I was fascinated by the fact that this loser had a handful of years under his belt online, and you could semi see either his meltdown, or a ruse to get him some kind of mental unhealth back up.
So I started one too. It's been around for awhile, and occasionally gets neglected. I always come back to it. I had another that was wayyyy more private, but I had to kill it as it was too painful to continue it.
Someday, I hope to blog as some totally new, hip kat... bright and shiny... optimistic, wide eyed to the world once again.
"He doth dare to dream!"
Troo dat. He doth.
These are the voices, and thoughts, that hold me back, pin me down, and lay their steadfast custody upon my mouth to prevent my screams.
But nothing can hide the wild wideness of mein eyes. I fear it all, yet cannot stay where I am at, like being on the ledge of a burning building as the flames lick up my asscrack, and roast my taint until I...
"Plummet?"
Take the plunge.
Sploosh. The things I've seen seem to override the things that I have yet to see. I stifle, asphyxiate, black out, bring to screeching halt, burke, check, choke, choke back, clamp down, clam up, constipate, cork, cover up, crack down, curb, dry up*, extinguish, gag, hold it down, hush, hush up, kill*, muffle, muzzle, put the lid on, repress, shut up, silence, sit on*, smother, spike, squash, squelch, stagnate, stop, strangle, stultify, suffocate, suppress, torpedo, trammel...
"Someone's been using their online thesaurus."
Naughty, naughty...
So anyhoo...
I would love to fix my life, I would love to save the day, I would love to frolic like a hobbit in the shire. All that shizz. I will. I have to. I don't want this as it is now. I am not the person I once was, or would like to be remembered as. I tire of dreaming, wishing, planning, hoping, lying, procrastinating, committing acts of tomfoolery upon myself...
So yeah, it rang. I didn't hear alot of what I wanted to hear, but I heard enough. One thing. One thing. I hope it wasn't thrown out there as a halfhearted attempt at pity, or worse...
An empty promise like:
"When pigs fly, yeah, that's when I'll give you a call again..."
OUCH.
I just read up on addiction, and OCD stuff. Alot of that crap rang true, and you'd be surprised how little it has to do with the actual physical part of the jerb. A trauma, or neglect, as a child...
Not saying I was touched or anything, which I wasn't, just that sometimes kids don't understand the paradox that is life: some kid whining and pouting their asses off because they yearn for independence, your undead spouse expounding upon the shortcomings that your immediate presence brings, your boss handing you a letter reprimanding you for things of a paltry nature. Telling you that your behavior is detrimental to "the team", one of which you've been a part of almost half of your life. By someone who probably hasn't done a decent day of work ever in their life even.
This is what life is about. It's about who you know, how slick you are at making things happen at the expense of others, just... plain... bullshit.
How do you fix this, or "change" it as the Obama kids are saying these days, how do you turn it all around? Are you just supposed to numb yourself to it all?
I'm sure I'm not unique, but I wonder...
Am I the only one seeing how much it all sucks? Am I delusional?
In the end, it all burns, it is all engulfed.
"Flames..."
A baptism of sorts.
Ironic that the things that cleanse devour what has befallen. History is left to decompose, and the hardiest pieces crumble in the open like pages of an ancient tome, handled by the least skilled at the task...
In the end, everything and everyone dies. It is a race of the likes no one wants to be crowned victorious in. Trauma. New beginnings. Futility. Hope. Dismay.
Enlightenment...?

Don't Be Scared, Beware...

Just a quick reminder to anyone who forgot to do something to go, "Holy shit, thanks Graveh!"
Unless they were henceforth reminded AFTER the fact.
Then it's more like, "Uhhhh, what do I do now? Where you a few days ago?"
It never ends does it?
It is yet another dismal day, and I prepare myself for Max Payne...

And So You Shall...

Weehaw, it's Valentine's Day. That special day of the year where you honor your loved one with chocolates and treasures, cards and merriment for the whole fun filled day. Or something like that...
Where's the He Man Woman Haters Club when you need them?
I saw the reboot Friday the 13th movie last night. It had its moments, but overall wasn't anything new, and it missed some of the late 70s/early 80s nuances it once had. It is funny how they still try to kind of make the same teen fun movies, but fail miserably. Nothing compares, and all fall short. The soundtracks even kicked ass. I was thinking yesterday about how times have changed and lack what they did back in "the day".
In "the day" everyone talked about Kung Fu, and carried nunchukkas. When you turned on the radio, amazing new music was heard on a daily basis. Shit didn't cost you an arm and a leg, and the world had a sheen upon it, the likes of which most of you haven't seen. At least since, that's for damn sure...
Lestat hid away in his house, fearing any noises heralding a new dawning of a new age, something he couldn't comprehend, or fought against as wholeheartedly as he could muster. I think we do that, CHANGE. In the end it all goes to ruin. Our highest hopes locked away for all time, to be sifted through by no one. Abandon all hope.
Abandon all hope.


Poof. There is worse out there than just vanishing. In some video games, there are places that you can get stuck, where you can't get out, and you can't off yourself.
It's like that. Whoever put those there was one cruel bastard, and don't even try to tell me those are accidents. Everything is everything for a reason.
Or is it?

I'm not your GUY, Buddeh...

And here I thought I would post a shitload more on my blog, but what're you gonna do?

There was a gigantic fucking ice storm that knocked my weatherhead off the roof, leaving me without power for 8 days. Most people lost power, maybe for even a handful of days, but nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.................

Not this cowboy.

Bunch of bullshit, and everything seems to be building up to some cataclysmic climax in my life. Everybody, and everything, is all weird and shit. I've got a huge headache, the kind that just pounds nonstop. Need it to stop.

It's warming up now though. Thanks alot douchebag Mother Nature. She fucked me out of some money, and I intend to squeeze it out of her very bosom itself!!!

I'm gonna have to get an mp3 player, so I can work out again. And some gloves. Maybe tonight. Not sure, it's getting cold now that it's in the evening.

And I'm lazy as fuck, don't you know...

2009 Wants and Needs...

Not sure what it'll bring, but I'm hoping to get as much of it out of the way. This should've been last year, now I'm going to quit putting things off.
Then why does my stomach quease?
I'm going through the hardest thing I've ever gone through in my life. The guilt you get to feel, for just wanting something useless and futile to end. They can see it just the same, so why do they fight it, and threaten to take you down with them?
I'm holding tight to my resolution of not drinking, although last night, while sitting in the theater, I felt a wave of depression just HIT me. Everything was suddenly...
"Bleak?"
Hopeless.
Sinking. And the feeling that no matter what I do, I will fail. Miserably.
I feel like I want to cry, but strangely, only when I'm around others. Why does this not come when I am alone.
Don't get me wrong, I still feel the same. The tears just do not come to me.
I feel emotionally ravaged and numb.
So I also quit smoking, though I've had a couple. I will continue to fight it, and next week I will be back full force at the gym. I wanna be bigger and in better shape than I even was last time. I want to take my anger out on all that equipment. I don't want to be talked to, I want to be left alone to work out all the demons I've got squirrelled away in my head.
The problem will be making myself eat later. I plan on just being on some kind of autopilot routine with alot of the self care thang.
I want to live through the eyes of my kid. Show her that it all doesn't suck, though I'm still often skeptical myself. I want. I want. I want.
"He wants..."
He wants?
I need. So many things. I've decided though, if things aren't panning out the way I'd hoped, then I will still do my best. Or will go autopilot again until something, if it does again, snaps me out of this funk.
I said last time I'd not do it again. If I give up this time I am down for the count...
"One... Two... Three.."
Will he? Nahhh...
Should I take a standing eight count?
"Four... Five... Six..."
Seven... Eight... Nine...
Unfortunately we are stuck on a cliffhanger here. The answer won't be revealed until a later date. I'd like to stop back by here in 2010 and see if things were worse or better myself.
Won't you join me?

Merry F-ing XMAS...

Merry XMAS to you all. I have probably never posted this day ever but I is nizzow. I bought my kid a guitar, so far I haven't heard her playing it, my stepson is probably enjoying his XBOX games more. XMAS is a pain for me, I do alot of work, am thanked for none of it, then expected to ferry people around and fake smile all day. When my taxes come, it will be XMAS for me. Right now I'm broke, mentally wasted, and just bored and tired of it all.
I stink to high heaven too!
Click on the pic to get the gif image of it. Pretty trippy. Can't believe I can still tune a guitar, btw.
I have to drive to Missouri today, I dread it. But I want/need to see my parents. I don't care if I get anything, I just wanna eat and be fucking merry for once, lol.

The Agony of Deceit...

Before I go any further, click on these pics as they be sweeet gif images, especially the Hitler one.
So where was I? I saw The Boy in the Striped Pajamas last night, it was good. I give it an A. Maybe you have to be in the mood for this kind of thing...

This was a bleak film, but very short. I left wanting more, and wondering why there wasn't more detail to it. There definitely could have been more made out of it. Wonder what happened to the family after, did the mother hang herself in grief and shame? Did the father ever redeem himself, or just give in fully to the monster within him? What about that poor soldier sent off to the front line, did he make it out? Doubt that one...

So anyway, it's cold as fuck here and tomorrow I have to be at another plant to work over there, so I shan't be up too late tonight.

Awwwww, who am I kidding? I should wrap myself around a huge bottle of gin, and then wrap my car around a tree. I won't though.

Le sigh.

Holidays suck. I remember getting Castle Grayskull for XMAS one year, and they all gradually went down from there. Maybe life is about falling in love with things, only to leave them discarded, or watch them wither of their own accord. Which is the nobler deed?

I'm now starting to understand how fucked up it all is. Easier too, when you realize how many things you still have around you from ten years... fifteen years... twenty years or more...?

Things rot, things disintegrate, things... lose luster.

It all blurs, it all... turns too like Anne Rice's belief that vampires turn to madness when the times change around them. Even Lestat went through it. Too bad they ruined it with Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt in the starring roles. Once again, another example of life's bullshit.

I ramble, and I feel all marmly. Robble robble.

I actually have shit to do tonight, but I feel crappy due to this shitty weather putting my sinuses on lockdown. My kid is singing in Fayetteville tonight, another is singing here in town. I wanted to work out but that's looking like a no go either. I don't like to run with a headache.

So anyway, peace out whoever. Space.

It's Us Who Makes The Noise...

I've been now sauntering out and down a path sometime. Come on it takes me nowhere, which I know...
Who would join me upon this journey to understanding of... any of it all, when there is none to be had?
It is cold outside, the dog has not even been long in the ground, and I feel hunger. Or is it thirst?
Should we play a game with the fanged coven, or just sparkle in the sun as the hushed whispers furtively dart between the tongues and teeth of tweens all giddy from the pregame ritual of memorization and swooneriffic fantasia? I see flickers of radiance in my peripheral vision.
Here in the twilight of my dependence of independence, I proclaim few things.
Gotta take pay for the saint's and sinners in regulation hats and scarves and things.
Walk in formation down the lane, they carry their cross make a church bell ring.
(Bring the army down)
Army majors pull a mean cool truth they're lying by the swimming pool.
Searching for the undeniable truth that a man is just a fool.
Soon to be vanquished to a lukewarm can of Spagetti-O's near you. Or to the cold center of a convenience store microwave burrito, skimped upon by the fickle finger of Time, among other Gawds of the Microwaveable Netherworld...

Obamarama...

No, not the group that brought you that pop sensation Venus. That was Bananarama. This is just the guy that's gonna make you wish you lived there...
Chocolate Goddess on the mountain top,
Burning like an ebony flame,
Dark summit of beauty and love,
And Condy was her name!
Her weapons were her charcoal eyes,
Making every man a man,
Black as the dark night she was,
Got what no-one else had,
Bootay!
She's got it,
Yeah, baby, she's got it!
I'm your Venus, I'm your fire,
At your desire.
You know old Barrack has to have tried to tap dat ass. Condy is way finer than his old lady anyday. So he gave Hilldawg a spot on his roster, wasn't expecting that either.
Regardless, I'm not a religious person but I swear if there is like some assassination attempt on him, and he looks like he takes a direct head shot...
If he shows up later totally unfazed, I may just be a changed man. Kidding, but I like how he isn't even PREZ yet, and I'm already hearing about all the promises he made during his campaign that he's already gonna be unable to do.
Wow, nobody ever questioned that at the time, they were too busy jizzing themselves over being gypped into believing they were part of some historical bullshit and breathing heavily in the media/celebrity gaseous clouds of their smug fartiness of divine intervention on our common peasant, inbred asses. Ha!
I love how it is assumed that the world didn't hate us prior to the first time Dubya ever flushed the White House toilet. Eight years of blinders under a self absorbed, hornytoad bumpkin like Bill was more than enough time for the rest of the world to gather and plot our demise.
You gotta hang out around the water cooler to hear the latest gossip and stay in the know on who's trying to ram something explosive up your ass. And in this case, the water cooler is the Middle East. Obama can't get us out of there, and as we tuck tail and run, they will bid us farewell with harsh words and a few final rockets to boot.
McCain wasn't going to keep us in some kind of war with Iraq. The hope was to have those guys finally cover their own asses, and we would have a presence there like we had in Japan. I've even heard him explain it with mein own ears, and saw his lips move with mein own eyes.
Who knows what Obama will do? I do believe he is about to have some tests coming up, one being Iran and Israel. They are not going to let Iran have nuclear capabilities. They are going to mercilessly bomb the fuck out of them. Will this, along with further disastrous events, start the end all of world wars?
"Will the devil have his day"
Kidding, geez!
Einstein once said, "I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones."
I wonder if there were any past civilizations that crawled up out of the mud, or from eons huddled in caves, to have the mental might, yet the moral depravity, to nearly destroy humanity as a whole. Maybe we just got lucky to the point where a few, but just enough to restock the population, survived. Started all over. Invented god or something in hopes of scaring people from ever again trying to be too big for their britches.
Lied to future generations long enough to let the past fade away...
I think we are teetering. They are watching to see if that wobble was from blood leakage, or faked to draw the wolves in a little closer for the strike.
Well that's all for me now tonight, I'm hungry. Deal with it...

Ebon Flow...

The ebb and flow of it all, what does it all mean? My mood, and those things around me that bring me up, also leave me dashed upon the rocks.
I still have three, possibly four, days of work left this week. It is always tough to be there, because I really don't like to talk to people in the real world, and I don't like to be touched by them. Or probed in any way. I can be extremely vague when I want to be. Leaves room for loopholes, you see...
Piercings, within the realm of law, yet ringing the nipple, errr..... I mean star that is pure, unadulterated goodness like a rogue planet of vigilanteism and doom to the evil naysayers perched on my haunched visage. WTF?
I was forced to watch Jeff Dunham today on TV, and that guy is not funny, and puppets aren't funny, and you know what?
I could see his lips move.
Like today's picture? It's almost like Condy could be a superheroine if'n she wanted to. Her show would be on BET, probably give her a name like Ebon Flow, Mistress of the Menstrual Cycle.
It's 10:20pm and I have to be up at 5am so I hear that whistle blowing last call. All aboard on the last train to Sleepies' House.
Woot wooooooooooot.