Love....

I was told once, by a very wise person, that love cannot be earned. It has to be given. You cannot make someone love you, nor can you make someone hate you. Feelings are not something you can make or manefest in someone else. You can do things that might have an impact on what that person is thinking about but ultimately it is that persons decision that will make them feel the way they do. To make a person angry is to control them. Likewise, to make a person love, is controling them. By nature people do not like to be controlled, thereby causing bitterness and animosity for anyone who presumes to control them. It is strange tho when you consider abused women that stay in an abused relationship, seem to do it because they need the abuse to feel like they are being loved. To break that down, they feel like they must have both ends of the spectrum to gain the ultimate feeling of being loved. It really makes no sense to me, because I do not feel that way. It's like having pain to know what pleasure feels like, uh, NO. I know what pleasure feels like and prefer to avoid the pain all-together. To know what pain is, you must experience it. To know what love is, you must experience it. They have come up with several definitions for words like that but can you really explain love in words? I think it is best explained in feelings and even better by feeling it first hand (and no not with your own hand).

"Love is best served in the finest china with a side of fantasy and rainbows for dessert." -Jizr 2005

Men strike back!

The time has finally come

How many men does it take to open a Captain Jizr?
None! It should be opened when she brings it to ya!

Why is a Laundromat a really bad place to pick up a woman?
Because a woman who can't even afford a washing machine will probably never be able to support you!

Why do women have smaller feet than men?
It's one of those "evolutionary things" that allows them to stand closer to the kitchen sink!

How do you know when a woman is about to say something smart?
When she starts a sentence with "A man once told me..."

How do you fix a woman's watch?
You don't! There is a clock on the oven!

Why do men fart more than women?
Because women can't shut up long enough to build up the required pressure!

If your dog is barking at the back door and your wife is yelling at the front door, who do you let in first?
The dog, of course! He'll shut up once you let him in!

What's worse than a Male Chauvinist Pig?
A woman who won't do what she's told!

I married a Miss Right!
I just didn't know her first name was Always.

Scientists have discovered a particular food that diminishes a woman's sex drive by 90%
It's called a Wedding Cake!

Why do men die before their wives?
They want to!

Women will never be equal to men until they can walk down the street with a bald head and a beer gut, and still think they are sexy!

In the beginning, God created the earth and rested. Then God created Man and rested. Then God created Woman... Since then, neither God nor Man has rested.

Sequestered Insatiably!

Sequestered insatiably by chronic societal tenacity or enfeeblement, I can't tell which. By this of course I mean that my views as an individual are being suppressed by the views of society that are constantly changing. Not that I can't stand out as an individual, just that I chose not to face the oppression that faces radical liberals. I do have a very strick set of moral guidelines (thanks mom and dad) but that does not seem to hinder my views toward the freeness of any one man. I think that if you honestly, HONESTLY feel that you are doing the right thing, do it! Pay the consequences and just do it! Society puts guidelines in place that are, for the most part, fairly loose and easy to adhere to, but there are so many people that feel otherwise. People that are guilty of a crime against nature obviously have a problem with their own insatiability. If you do something that is right and society says otherwise, you may want to rethink your feelings of right and wrong. The thing is, society changes it's acceptability so often that you can't really get a good grasp on what is and is not acceptable. Somethings never change tho, and killing someone, no matter how much you feel like you would be doing the world a favor, is never okay. This I have learned.
With that, I bid you all ado, until sun shines on my ambiguous soul, and lightning strikes my lazy ass.

It Can End.

Have you noticed how fragile life can be. In the average time it takes a drop of water to fall 24 inches, an estimated two more people will die by homicide, one more by natural causes, one more by suicide, one more person will be diagnosed with a fatal illness, thirty-seven people will suffer the loss of a loved one, eighteen people will try to convince themselves one more time that they are fat or ugly, six of those will succeed, thirty-two people will sprain their ankle, three will have a baby, one will lose a baby, twelve people will be in a car accident, one of them will not survive, twenty-two people will go thru a Walmart checkout line, four will wish they had the money to, forty people will be eating something, five will have nothing to eat (and haven't all day), sixty-three people will be waiting at a red light, twenty-one will be passing thru a green one, one of them will not make it to the other side of the intersection, one hundred thousand people will be drunk, one thousand of them will get a DUI, three children will take up smoking, two will eventually die as a result of it, and one left handed person will be injured or killed by using a right handed product.
It is strange to me to think that even as fragile as life is there are times that we seem invincible and times that we could die any second. The mystery of life really is no mystery at all. We all seem to do the best we can with what we're given and at some point there are those that just give up. They don't think they can wage the war, fight the battle and still come out on top. It's when we give up that life is not worth living. It has nothing to do with mystery, just keep pluggin along and eventually (oh, I hate that word) things will turn out for the better and you will be a stronger person. Yes, even in spite of what tries to kill you.
It seems I continue my daily ritualistic pep talk as if it is going to change something. I was once told that the world changes when we change. If you want something to change, change yourself and the change you desire will follow. That is a lie. It should be; change yourself and your outlook and you will eventually become a happier, better person. It is hard to believe in the inherent good of people when all you witness are negative things. It is also hard to change your outlook when much of what you witness proves you wrong, constantly.
It is at this point that I call upon the higher power to intervein and set things straight for me and all that are concerned. I believe there is a higher power. I also believe that we have a sense of right and wrong for a reason. I implore you to seek your own sense and use it. Your higher power will not guide you unless you also listen to your senses.

LYLAF - Jizr

Monster Trucks!

I just spent the last few days in SLC and St George visiting my brother and my friends dad. It was awesome. My bro and his wife and Booboo and me all played pool, doubles on two tables. Talk about chaos! It was so much fun! AND... it was her first time playing pool. She did way to good for her first time. Beginners luck sucks ass! So then we decided to check out some of the sights of St George and ended up at Dixie State College... oh the hotties there. There was not many people but what few were there were freakin hot. When we got to SLC his dad had invited us to see the monster truck show put on my Monster Jam and DelTaco. I thought it was good but they could have used a bigger arena and more trucks. There is just something to be said for a truck with 900+ horsepower and tires that are 12 feet tall. They had a four wheeler race... I forget what they called it, but is was freakin kewl too.
I must preface this with; I am a fkn moron. With that said... My bro has a child that is handicap. Talk about being a fkn moron, I was doing my "retard" voice with some hand motions and totally feel so bad about it now. No one said anything about it, I think they were just being polite. I feel like such a jerk tho. What kinda moron makes fun of retarded people to a person who HAS ONE! DAMNIT! I just wanna shoot myself.
I did find out tho, that I love road trips. It was so awesome just to get away and do whatever, whenever. The only bad thing was that my bro only has dialup. OH the horror, the dismay, it was terrible! I felt like I was being forced back to 1992 without my approval. I got on to check my email... YEAH, RIGHT! It took me 8 mins just to check ONE email account. K ya have to understand that I have 13 fkn accounts. To check all of the accounts that would have taken LITERALLY one hour and 40 minutes. Oh HELL NO! So, I decided to wait until we got to SLC because Booboo's dad has high speed. I am so thankful for high speed internet. I LUB IT!
I also didn't realize that his dad is way cool. Totally into the church and a very good man otherwise as well. He has built a very good life for himself and his new spouse. I have to give him props for that because with all the stuff he has gone thru it would be very difficult for anyone to overcome all that. PROPS MAN!
Booboo and I stopped by a couple of train stations while we where in SLC. None were quite as amazing as we have in Poky, but they were okay. There were some pool tables at the one station we went to, so, what do you do but play a little, right? There was NO supervision there and we had a little more fun that we normally do at pool, including Booboo lifting up the pool table to get a ball unstuck. We were jumping the cue ball off the fkn table, it was slamming into the table next to us. The first time it happened, I laughed so hard that I couldn't breathe. That is the only time I can EVER remember laughing that hard. It was awesome! Other than that the station was pretty lame and we left shortly after that. It was about 2am.
I got a total of 14 hours of sleep, in 3 nights... 5 the first night, 3 the second, and 6 the last. I was tired as hell when we finally got back into town. I went to bed about 10pm and woke up at 8 so that I could be to work on time. 10 hours of sleep and it felt like 4. I was so damn tired when I woke up. Even now, I wanna curl up and take a long deserving 14 hour nap.
The only bad thing about being gone was that I didn't get to see my children. That kinda sucks, but I did get to see my bro's children, they are very cute and good kids for the most part. I spent part of one afternoon adjusting the oldest's bike because it had not been fine tuned yet, turns out that wheels are a bit out of alignment and they didn't have a spoke tightener so I couldn't adjust that, but the brakes were in need of adjustment and a couple other things I did. But it was kewl, just feeling needed and wanted. It was good. Oh, I almost forgot too, his wife is a good cook. YUMMY! It was nice not to worry about what to eat, she always had something ready. And she keeps up with the 6 kids. How she does it, I may never know, but she is inspiring.
Booboo and I were talking about women, but there was one behind us, so we decided to talk about "monster trucks" sayin how we'd like to CLIMB ON IN. Later it was trailers and LOAD EM UP. It was awesome! We can take anything and turn it to a connotation that we both understand. We rock!

Govern THIS!

As another day rounds, I find myself contemplating old friends and friends past. I seem to make friends pretty easily but today, at lunch, I seemingly insulted a gal that went to lunch with us. I made a comment toward some plad pants that another girl at work was wearing and commented that somethings just SHOULD NOT come back into style. With that comment followed a comment about the oversized glasses that used to be popular as well. Come to find out, I am fkn blind and didn't realize that she was wearing similar plad pants and dark horn rimmed glasses. UGH Talk about being a retard! And I did NOT mean to insult anyone, honestly. I was merely stating a fashion concern of mine. Maybe from now on, I keep those "concerns" to myself.
In other news today, being Singles Awareness Day and all, I wish all of my single people a happy day... And to everyone else, I hope you have a good VD. It is the only day in history with the date of 2-14-2005, how very strange eh?!
As most all of you know, I work for a large telecommunications company. Said company seriously fks off. Between the Union contracts and in-house stuff and outsourcing, they cannot seem to get thier shit together. Chaos abounds. Headless chickens run rampid, and the meak will NEVER inherit the earth.
I have decided that gays should be able to marry just like blacks and whites and asians and mexican'ts and germans and nazi's and jews and any body else on the fkn planet. It's love, you can't govern it, let it be.

Singles Awareness Day!

In honor of the upcoming event that some refer to as "Valentines Day" A co-worker of mine would like to annouce that we are changing the name of Valentines Day. The new name is more fitting for all of us that are without a soulmate and without sex on a day that revolves around couples. He has decided that it will be named, "Singles Awareness Day" and all of us that are single should AT LEAST get a kiss from anyone we deam appropriate. I am fully supporting this idea and a petition will be going around shortly. Do not fight this, you will not prevail, resistance is futile.

This Singles Awareness Day, if your a hot woman, give your single friends a big ol KISS!

Format C:\

Say anything, just give me a sign. Please don't walk away, I know you wanna stay. Just give me a sign. I feel like my life is just one huge contradiction; I love you, I hate you. I want you to stay, go the hell home. Yes, no. Please, don't. I feel like I am giving people mixed signals, get to know me, come closer, enter my realm, but not too close, you don't need to know that, go back to your own existence. Talk to me, but know when to shut up. Don't be stupid. Don't preach to me, I don't care. Don't call me honey or sweetheart, I'm not, and certainly not yours. Don't FKN tell me what I should do or think, you don't fkn know me. I don't even know me, it's impossible that you would. I just really wish that it could be as easy as a magic wand that could fix everything and just waive it over me. Make it all better.
I went to format my hard drive and reinstall Windows XP.... but I don't have my disc's... I lent them to a friend that took them to Boise. I didn't remember that until I went to put the disc in and by that time I was already being retarded.OMFG! This sucks so badly. I want to do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. Lay me in a coffin where I can rest peacefully for the rest of eternity. I would be okay with that.

What is love?

For the mother with a son or a wife with a husband at war, love is longing for his safe return.
For the 17 year old girl, love is a fleeting romance with flowers and kind words.
For the 17 year old boy, love is lust.
For the 24 year old girl, love is affection instead of abuse, harmony instead of hate.
For the 24 year old boy, love is doing what is not asked of you, before she can ask it of you.
For the 38 year old woman, love is becoming inspired to do things you have wanted to do forever.
For the 38 year old man, love is doing them with her.
For the 50 year old woman, love is the gazing stare and the whisper under her breath that says, "I adore you.... Still"
For the 50 year old man, love is thinking of her first, even when you really wanna play golf with the guys.
For the 80 year old woman, love is the little quirks that he's had for 60 years that you still find annoying, yet in spite of it all, you would never imagine being separate.
For the 80 year old man, love is a wife that still puts up with his shit, and still smiles when he says to the grandchildren, "Pull my finger."

Propaganda?

As I sit alone, I contemplate the thorns on a rose, the beauty of a snow flake, and the longing of the desert sand to feel the gentle caress of a rain drop. There are words to express the beauty of nature and the complexity of the wants, I cannot find those words right now.

Time exists for all things, but I have heard that what we consider a day could be mere seconds to someone or something else. Time is relative to your age. The common truth is that as you age, time seems to go by faster. It seems to me that the more I think, the faster time goes. From that it could be inferred that as we age we think about more.

Pause, and take a moment to feel. Feel your hands, focus on your fingertips and feel what they feel. Don't answer with, 'they feel nothing right now' because even that 'nothingness' is a feeling. Bask in the moment. Take a second, next time you see a rose and really look at the thorns. Notice how the base of the thorns are tall yet very narrow, how they are perfectly designed to pierce the skin, or the skin of a predator. Roses are not meant to be picked, hence the thorns. Yet, we cannot seem to leave them alone. Humans cannot leave well enough alone. They never have been able to. If we see something that we think is beautiful we must pick it, rob it of it's livelihood and keep it until it dies. The beauty of a rose, so much that we have duplicated it with glass, plastic, metal, and any other material we find possible. But then a rose is tangible. We have not, for instance, been able to duplicate pure joy. Like what a child feels when he wakes up Christmas morning to find that Santa has delivered countless gifts for him/her. That amount of joy can only be found by experience. Does it make you sad then, that there are millions of children world-wide that have never experienced that amount of joy? Consider the third-world countries, what is pure joy to a child who has never known the joy of Christmas morning? It is relative to what you have become accustom to. For the child of a mother who loves him, pure joy may just be the longing embrace when he returns from play time with friends. Or having a meal that fills his little stomach, when all he knows is hunger.

I sound like a 'Help the Children' commercial. But the point I'm getting to is that people often take for granted many things. Once we become accustom to having 3 meals per day with 2 or 3 snacks and our choice of 3 different kinds of Mountain Dew, it is very difficult not to take it for granted. How often have you taken for granted that you can drive? When you get into your vehicle and take a drive to work or to the park or whatever, wherever, how often do you think, "I am so glad I'm not walking!"? Or when you go to the grocery store, how often do you think, "I am thankful that I have the money to provide food for myself (or my family)"? Even though you may not have enough to buy the expensive t-bone that you really want, or the baby back ribs that are making your mouth salivate. I have no profoundness abounding to close this portion of my post, so I'm leaving well enough alone.

On other notes tho... I am starting to realize that there are so many things in life that we all take for granted. If it is possible to change that, I know not how.

Between the Lines

I dream of a place where that didn't happen. It never existed. I used to be able to hear you smile on the phone. Day by day I watched the hatred in you grow. Now you can't control it and it takes over your mind & thoughts, body & actions, heart & feelings. You were happy once, I dream of a place where your happiness is back with you and the anger is no longer. We'll call this place my eyes. In my eyes you are innocent, meek and mild with no reason to be otherwise. Never harmed and never will be. When you need to, you may always retreat here. It can be your safe place. When you need to dance like no one is watching you are welcome here. Please let yourself in and feel at home. You can be alone in my eyes or I can be beside you. Whatever and whenever you need.

Close your eyes and enter my eyes, see yourself resting peacefully as you reread your favorite book or watch your children enjoy Christmas morning, again, as if on tape. Allow yourself to cry when you remember the heartache and helplessness as you watch the video of your infant screaming as he fights sleep, for the third consecutive hour. Bask in the joy of being able to feel. The helplessness doesn't last and you will always fight for control of many things and life will always seem to get worse and better in the same token. Just be happy that you can feel the pain and live in the moments of pleasure and allow yourself to scream in ecstasy when you want.

Life isn't meant to be okay. Life is meant to be trial-some and meant to be as difficult as you can handle. What happens when it becomes too difficult to handle? Many people retreat into depression and fewer resort to suicide. When it's necessary to withdraw, my hope is that you will chose a place more comfortable than heaven and earth. Peace untold by the truths of the human voice await your arrival in my eyes. Allow yourself to be carried when your feet are too tired to walk. Drift slowly on the clouds of inner clearness when your mind becomes too cluttered to breathe. Who can really say how hard it is for you, except yourself? Your views are so limited as you cannot feel what other people feel. We have fairly active imaginations, but it is never exactly the same as the other person is feeling.

The lack of knowledge is astounding when you consider those few things that you know a lot about and then consider that you don't know everything there is to know about it and the millions of other things you really know nothing about. Welcome to a place where you can learn everything there is to know, at the drop of a hat. And in the correct time, place, and mindset, all will be revealed to you, when you are ready. Life is funny that way, you never learn what you want to when you want to. But when you need to learn something, truly need to, it will be taught. Weather or not you chose to absorb the lesson is up to you, but you will have the opportunity to learn it.

Beta Y

I wrote this poem for a friend several months ago, I now feel it is time to post it. I think at this point it may be beneficial. I hope, truly, that I am not wrong. My left ventrical aches for you. :'( Best of luck - kid -

Sequoia in the Fall

Taking it's own pace, it trusts too much.
It reaches for life, which escapes it's touch.
Wandering all to fast, and running all to slow.
It wants to reach out, and grasp it's true beau.

It knows it cannot, but love is what drives.
It wants only to merge, the both of their lives.
Being torn by destiny, and matched by fate.
It must escape the one, with whom it's irate.

Even the strongest, at times may wilt.
Is this how the scales, of justice tilt?
Must we always be strong, or is there a way.
To provide justice, and keep it at bay?

That's just the problem, now how to solve,
The souls torn feelings, and test our resolve.
Find the master teachers, they hide in fear.
I cannot complete this task for you, my dear.

It's times like this, I just close my eyes.
And dream of brighter, more cheerful skies.
May peace find you, and secure what is built.
And always remember, at times we all wilt.

Find the strength you've hid deep inside,
Bring it to life, where you reside.
Let no one influence your choice,
Make your decision, and in it, rejoice.

Beta Y 9/04

LA LA

So... the ex gave me some pics of my children. They are so cute! It makes my heart ache to have them near me and hold them. There are few words that can express what is felt between a parent and their children. Especially when the parent is not with the children everyday. I miss them dearly. It has quit keeping me up at night, but the pain never goes away. Is it suppose to? They say that time heals all things, but this appearently is not one of those things.Regarding my post from yesterday... must reiterate that I will NOT answer any questions regarding 'who' that post refers to. You know who you are. That is all that needs said.

I have been working on this thing from one of our trainers at work. She has requested that I go thru this and kinda proof it for errors and things of that nature. OMG! I am so glad that I am not in class while doing this. She claims that it will only take an hour. YEAH RIGHT! I have been working on this for more than an hour and a half and still have not come to the end. In fact, I think I am less than half way thru it. Still pluggin along, like ya do.I listened to a song by Ashlee Simpson today called La La... In the song it says, "You make me wanna La La" Okay, either I'm a fkn moron or she must be talking about gettin her grove on. I read a blog that refered to La La as having sex.
Okay.. I can see that, the song is a dirty one and I'll admit that. All in all, I like the song. It has a good beat and although the lyrics are morally questionable I still like them. Of course, anyone that knows me would know that I would.Secondly, I watched a music video by Green Day called American Idiot. What an awesome song, and even better video.
They seem to capture the true american dream. Ignorance is bliss, right? WRONG! DEAD WRONG! Ignorance is stupidity. Anyone who does something then says, "I didn't know" should be shot. And anyone who doesn't want to know, should be beat with the same gun used to shoot the other. That's the way it should be. One cannot expect to go thru life with ignorance. You might as well be dead. Ignorance causes too many problems to list.Dats it... I'm out.

Can I Borrow It?

Somewhere there's a stolen halo, I use to watch her wear it well. Everything would shine wherever she would go, but looking at her now you'd never tell... Surround me now, and hold me like holy water. This is a line from a country song by Big & Rich called, Holy Water. I had never really thought about this before but when the song came on they indicated that it was written for Big's sister, who is an icon to the both of them who had her glow stolen from her. It is kinda inspiring. To know that there are still some good people in the world. People that struggle like the rest of us. Who know what it's like to be robbed of something you once knew well. I know that there are, because I see it often. Like I said before, people are inherently good. I still believe that. Even tho I find it hard to do so. There is someone out there who is having this problem and I'm sure there are thousands more who remain nameless and will not admit this feeling of loss, of tragedy, of mourning. At some point we all have our 'halo' stolen from us. In my case it was replaced with the anger and bitterness of divorce. The glow that surrounds us as humans remains until something tragic enough steals that glow from us. Do you have it? Can I borrow it? Please?

Do not ask me about what is to come. I will not answer any questions regarding the following statements... Sometimes when I talk to you I get frustrated, I don't know why. I wanna scream, I love you and I want to be with you, and at the same time, I cannot trust myself around you. I see nothing but the good in you and want to share that forever. I remember telling you once in a conversation that we had several months ago to talk to me while I fell asleep. I was very tired and your voice was relaxing. It had been a long day and it was so nice just to hear your voice and know that you were talking to me. But you declined. I am not bitter about it nor do I have any animosity regarding it. I just thought that you should know, I really wanted you to do that for me. It's okay that you didn't want to. I understand. *smiles* You know who you are and I will not explain any further.

Math is too Much!

I stole this from a friend. I laughed so hard that I had to share it!

Sex is like math, [take two people] add the bed, subtract the clothes, divide the legs, and hope you don't multiply!

See what I mean! Have a good day Ya'll!

Inherent evility

There is something inherently evil about the way humans treat each other, most of the time. This is the topic of today's blog. Inherent evility. Is evility a word? No, it's not... I just looked it up. But, heinous is a word and that's even better. Inherent heinousness. Most of the time people are 'civil' if I dare call it that. During a relaxing drive thru Aberdeen I noticed again, that the small town atmosphere is much more kind than most places. We were sitting in a small diner (one of three that are in that puny town) and reminiscing of times past. While we were driving it came up yet again when someone waived to us. Not that I am apposed to being waived at, it's just that depending on the person you waive at, and how you waive, you could very well get your ass kicked. That is not good. Why? I like to believe that people are basically good, with good intentions and a natural thought toward helping one another. But, the older I get, the more I am tempted to change that belief structure to something a little more bitter. I fight with that (among other things) and somehow I'm sure there are many people who feel the same. I wish I could have the outlook that life gets better, people change, all things come to those who wait, people are inherently good.
As much as I talk about changing my outlook on life and making myself a better person, it would stand to reason that something would have changed by now. I do feel different than I did even 2 months ago, but it seems like the harder I try the worse shit gets. At this point, I would rather be drug behind a car by my testicles than endure the monotony of another day. At least that would be a change! Experiencing things that I have never experienced before.
I almost considered deactivating my cell phone. It is my one link to every person in the outside world. That is, outside my own meandering experiences. People know how to get a hold of me, I'm online almost every waking second of every day. I wake up, turn my computer on, I go to work on a computer, and log into two IM's and have email at both locations. The only time that I am not online is when I'm playing pool. My phone is the only thing that I have ALL THE TIME (except last night when I left my phone in the van that we went to Aberdeen in). It is the one way that people can contact me almost anytime of any given day. I almost don't want it anymore. OMG How bad does shit have to be for ME to consider dumping my livelihood? My one point of solid continuity between logging out at work and logging in at home or vice versa. It just seems that I have come to a point where I just don't care anymore. I want to be rid of the stress and depression and agony of the I'm-always-fine syndrome. I have been to this point before and it was thru countless hours of reading and solidarity that got me thru this shit last time.
Depression runs in cycles. Much like any mental illness. This part of the cycle is the worst for me. I just need to figure out how to break this cycle. I guess I could take the chain off. That broke by bicycle. Would that work? *sigh* I wish it was that easy.
I am cold. I have been for several days, I cannot seem to get warm. I go to sleep cold, wake up cold, even in the shower with hot water running over me, I am cold. Medically one would assume that it is due to lack of blood flow to my outer extremities. One must then presume that it is caused from lack of exertion and activity, but even with the hustle of cleaning or moving around, I am cold. I know not why. Maybe it has more to do with a mental cold rather than physical cold. This is gonna get pretty far fetched but bear with me. If it is because I am lonely (the mental chill) then nothing but non-loneliness will warm me. Having friends just does not cut it for me. I love my friends dearly, and would give my left nut if any needed it, but it just does not cure the bitter chill of loneliness.
Can you hear the sound of hysteria, the subliminal mind fuck, America? Welcome to a new kind of tension, all across the alien nation. Everything isn't meant to be okay. Television dreams of tomorrow. We're not the ones who are meant to follow...that's enough to argue.

Tequila?

Thirsty??? Um, No, that's not quite the tequila I'm talking about, although that kind is good too. The kind of tequila I'm talking about is the comment I saw somewhere about "Tequila Mockingbird"
That is a level of jizdom that I have not found yet. I soon hope to aspire to great heights and be able to come up with something really funny like that on my own too. That kicks ass. And just so the liquid Tequila lovers don't feel left out, below is a shot for you! :) Have a good day and frown less with the knowledge that someone, somewhere is missing thier left big toe, not only a toe but thier compadre and support system as well. They are mad at you because you have both big toes and they don't. I also saw on the news tonight that 3\4ths of the people in the United States make up 75% of the population. With that thought, and the shot of tequila below, I bid thee goodnight. GOODNIGHT!

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