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About Me

There it was in black and white, as undeniable as hope, there was no meaning at all. If the earth opened up and swallowed me whole there would be more meaning in my absence than in my being. Whether I spent years making millions as a stock broker or wasted my existence as a dishwasher, it would amount to the same 28 grams that we all lose in dying. To believe otherwise is to invest in the grandest scam ever perpetuated. Thank you religion for this illusion of worth. Ha. I could just see a corpse wasting away ten feet under and thinking to himself, 'Oh yeah, I'm sure glad I worked so hard for that BMW. Without that I'd be...exactly where I am now.'Angry. I guess that describes me at this point. Poignantly pissed off. Yeah, that's it. A little voice says that some people need religion. A littler voice says: Or they would what? Fall apart, go mad, kill people without restraint, off themselves? There's an idea. If there's no point, why stick around? I don't buy it. I mean, I know several people, myself included, that aren't waiting in line for the suicide booth. It's the movie concept. Movies are a billion dollar business. You have sad movies, scary movies, really fuc*ed up movies; but honestly how many people do you see walking out of them? You don't get anything tangible of watching the movie, hell you even pay for the damn thing. Yet, millions of people sit down in front of a screen everyday in their own homes. Really, movies are exactly like living.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Anne Rice. We'd have coffee. Then I'd slap her in the face with a pair of gloves and say "That's for 'Memnoch the Devil'."

My Blog

A lot Like Communism...

So, as a result of the recent financial debacle, the government owns major parts of the manufacturing industry, financial insitutions, and healthcare.We are saddled with a huge tax burdern where the g...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Nov 2009 10:21:00 GMT

At least I'm not the Only one Confused

My tomato plant thinks it is a tree. It's over 6ft tall and still growing. Huh.
Posted by on Mon, 06 Jul 2009 15:16:00 GMT

Picasso's The Old Guitarist

Sometimes in life we are struck by the horror of reality. I think its odd that an old painting can make me tear up when I'm not sure the most tragic of events would move me at all when experienced fir...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Jun 2009 15:41:00 GMT

Herbs

I come home from the office and sit down on the dirt in my grey pinstripe pants. Carefully, I pluck each little blade of grass from my little space of dirt. The cilantro looks like cilantro now and th...
Posted by on Mon, 25 May 2009 05:33:00 GMT

Et tu Brute?

Shakespeare never meant the phrase for Brutus. For Caesar, Brutus only represented the other half of himself. Caesar was bifurcated into the "guilty" and executionor with the first striving for self-a...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Apr 2009 14:42:00 GMT

condensed

When you look at your life in terms of the legal documents that prove you exhisted, we all look alot like Cambell's Soup.
Posted by on Wed, 04 Feb 2009 16:42:00 GMT

down with the ship

I have been completely awful to most everyone and I have no explanation. I think the part of me that was passionate is dying; also no explanation.
Posted by on Fri, 24 Oct 2008 23:06:00 GMT

intellectual demands of work

I can make two sided copies. My parents would be so proud.
Posted by on Wed, 15 Oct 2008 23:21:00 GMT

I shall call them boyfriend herbs

I went out of my way to make sure they didn't go a day without water. They started turning yellow when I watered them too much. They don't get enough sun inside so I put them on the patio where they w...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Jul 2008 07:57:00 GMT

Mom and Dad

Most of the time they call just when I had managed to be happy again. (Another event in The Never Ending Divorce). Thanks guys.
Posted by on Mon, 23 Jun 2008 20:19:00 GMT