are u there
CAN YOU HEAR ME?? P
i would love to discuss all of my own bullshit but some psycoanylistic cocksucking douchbag motherfucker would prolly call me; racist, sexist, loath full, disgusting, or just an all out bad person. but i do have many views and if u dont wanna bother yourself with understanding them then simply get off a website, that is all about meeting ppl and learning all about them, and put a goddamn bullet in your temple
having talked about Fictional words and how the English Language is being bastardized by modern consumerism and poor grammar, I'm surprised nobody called me out on my own shit. Unless someone's out there impersonating me (and hey, who wouldn't?), nobody has randomblings. Ever. Now this is where things, from a philosophical point of view, get very tricky.
Here I am, talking out of both sides of my mouth. In one instance, I'm using crafted words, like a junior wordsmith. But on the flip side, I'm deriding contemporary American culture for doing the exact same thing. Moments like this are where I need to pause, take a deep breath and think about what I really believe. Do I believe in being an idiot, making things up on the fly? Or do I believe in a semblance of order and reason?Sitting here, trying to decide what I believe, it's not clear to me. I think what I believe is that I'm a huckster, a hyporcitical, double speaking clown. This isn't the end of the world, of course. But if I were you, I'd take anything said within these artificial tomes with a grain of salt. If I can't even figure out what's right or wrong, don't put too much stock in what I'm saying.But it poses an interesting question. Is it better to be right, or happy? Depends who you ask. I'd expect miserable people to say its better to be right. But are they right? What I wonder is, what would happy people answer? This feels like the crux of my inner grapplings. On one hand, I'm doing something that comes naturally to me, for my personal enjoyment. But upon reflection of current trends and society, I see that this activity (making up fake words, chillaxing and the like) is more corrosive than I like. So what to do?Invariably, I need to ease up on my defense of the English language. Why stifle myself? Besides that, you can never stop progress. Only two things can happen when a wave's coming. You can go with the flow, or drown trying to fight it. I'm in no mood to fight and drown.Anyhooooo, to wrap things up, please, call me out on my shit if you catch me. Too few people are too p.c. or frightened to call people out on being wrong. Don't. If you tell someone the truth they don't want to hear, that doesn't make you the bad guy. They need to learn to better cope with these situations. So help me brush up my coping skills, folks. Don't agree with something I have to say? Explain why! Sometimes the best ideas come from conflict and strife, two under-utilized tools today......a last question.Can you argue with your best friends?
Who is Michael (Mike) Moore (Moore)? Well at times i say he can be a very fancy gentleman, participating in such caucasian passtimes like, upholding a job, being an active member of society, and not killing people for a G of cocaine behind a dimly lit liquor store. i like to view myself as an entrepreneur of sorts. i hope to someday become a radio personality, then i could happily corrupt the minds of young children all over the world, and i would love to know that my mentality of "Slapping Bitches" and calling gentlepeople of darker color "Boy" will be passed on to the next generation. I could only imagine the endless hours of fun and FCC fines i would wander my way into if i was a B list (in all actuallity a W list) celeb in the world of self centered people who talk about themselves in front of everyone. i keep my position on the FACT that the jewish people are the most peaceful beings around and i would love to live amung them. Money is not my power, instead the freedom of speach is, i cannot however say the same for homeless people, or as i like to call them, fun to fuck with, as they really have no power, except for the power to piss and shit on themslves.
I take peoples IDEAS and manipulate it into my own thoughts, which is why i always start out with good ideas then end up with shit.
By the way we are now in the 007 which means absolutly nothing at all.
I miss living in Reno, there was so much more to do there
is not too late
its never too late P
I was sitting in my apartment, looking at my naked body in a mirror and contemplating suicide. My manager called and informed me that I need to update my bio. I have always detested bios written in the 'third person.' Every performer either writes or approves his or her bio. Third person makes it seem like a bunch of people got together to discuss the performer's wonderfullness and just had to write it down for the world to see.I also loathe the wording in a lot of bios. I did not "burst on to the scene", nor do I leave crowds "rolling in the aisles" "on the edge of their seats" or "gasping for air". Some nights I kill, other nights the crowd wants to gut me with a fishing knife. I am a relatively amusing in a child molesting/stomach cancer kind of way.Being pegged as an 'angry comic' truly makes me want to vomit. To me the only labels in comedy that matter are 'funny', 'original' and 'hack'. By original I don't mean so weird that Andy Kaufman wouldn't get it and by hack I mean the next comic who writes a girl fart joke should have his writing hand smashed with a mallet.There is no subject I won't make fun of (with the exception, of course, of girl farts). This has nothing to do with integrity, it's because smelling them gives me an erection.I am 5'10, 140 lbs with black hair, brown eyes and have a torso with the muscle tone of a retarded boy's tongue. I enjoy dining out, dancing and recieving yellow discipline from black prostitutes. Judi Brown of the Aspen Comedy Festival said, "He's so brutally honest. He's very refreshing in a business where a lot of people are phony." That is probably the nicest compliment I have received as a performer.
