I said I was going to do a blog. I said, “Hmm, maybe doing a blog will help me out in the writing arena. It would basically be forcing myself to write, to put my thoughts down on paper, to share my insights and wisdom in this grand play of words and actions that we call “life.” Yes, I was going to do a blog. But what kind of blog would I do? A political blog? As you can see below, I tried that. I have come to realize that political opinions are like assholes, everybody has one and everybody tries to put more out than anyone else.
“Hey, look at this steamy vile mess of opinion I made over here! Ain’t it the best?!”
I hate politics. I hate how it is perfectly okay for 51% of the population to be able to tell the remaining 49% how to live; what’s important, what’s not important, and look how better/worse off we are now. It’s like a never ending assembly line of crap. It comes down the conveyor belt and we have to scoop it up with our hands and pack it into these little bags with “democracy” labeled on it.
No, I don’t and won’t speak of politics ever again (on this blog). No – I am going to just write. Free flow thought, stream of consciousness writing what will hopefully entertain and provide insight and wisdom to the one or two people who just happen to look at my blog.
“Hey, look at this steamy vile mess of opinion I made over here! Ain’t it the best?!”
I hate politics. I hate how it is perfectly okay for 51% of the population to be able to tell the remaining 49% how to live; what’s important, what’s not important, and look how better/worse off we are now. It’s like a never ending assembly line of crap. It comes down the conveyor belt and we have to scoop it up with our hands and pack it into these little bags with “democracy” labeled on it.
No, I don’t and won’t speak of politics ever again (on this blog). No – I am going to just write. Free flow thought, stream of consciousness writing what will hopefully entertain and provide insight and wisdom to the one or two people who just happen to look at my blog.
When you were here before,
Couldn't look you in the eye
Your opinion means nothing,
Your opinion makes me cry
You float like a feather
On the World Wide Web
I wish I was special
You're so fuckin' special
But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here
I don't care if it hurts,
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
when I'm not around
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here,
ohhhh, ohhhh
Their running out again
Their running out
Their run run run run...run... run...
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here...
(borrowed from Radio Head)
