So I am going to blantantly steal this from a much wiser person than I. Here goes:


Revelation of the day
. . .pondered while I was in the pond. . .

A revision of an old proverb:

- Boring people talk about themselves.

- Insecure people talk about others.

- Conspicuous consumers talk about things.

- Educated people talk about books.

- Intelligent people talk about ideas.

- Enlightened people don't talk much. They listen.




We're all at least a little of each.


Goo Kimmmmmeeee Go...... Kimmeeee

If you have come back to town to take stock of your life, I say leave your livestock alone, Its past. Look toward the future. This coming from a man now dressed in a TOOGA.... TOGA TOGA TOGA!!! yesh I am headed to a toga party. Hopefully, I wont get blasted too hard and end up flashing the boys to everyone like when I dressed as Brittany Spears.... memories right kids thats always something we all wanna remember? Anyway... gotta give credit to Minnie Driver again... Wow, isnt my life pathetic. At least I dont wish I drowned on the titanic, because of daft bitch hogging a big ole victorian door. According to my friends I am broken and I can not not provide sympathy sufficiently... wooosh... off to the party... I only wait for Dingy and the Limbo.... or Horny Goatee Weed.

As I was pushed through a plate glass window this morning at three am. Or at least thats what it felt like when I heard my cell phone ring in my dream and all the quiet was broken, My thoughts were no longer my own, I felt the cold harsh reality of night touch my expose foot from under my covers and I realized that my phone had rung, Panicked, no knowing which bed I awoke from, I jump out of bed and flew across the room and realized that I was stuck in Glendale Heights, somehow miraclously I would have thought that Tremont or even DeKalb would have been. I think that symbolically DeKalb represents the past, and Tremont represents the future. Glendale Heights maybe limbo, maybe something else, I am not really sure, I did know however I didnt want to be woken up to be informed that McDonalds didnt not serve a full menu at 3am. I guess that gets filed in the useless fact section of my brain. Whaddaya thunk? I also finally was able to purchase one of my favorite movies, Grosse Pointe Blank. and To quote the great Minnie Driver, Where are all the good men dead...in the Heart or in the Head?.....
I sit here watching bad PBS, and pondering this question further: Will I ever reach enough escape velocity from here to get away from all of this? I like the analogy of the plate glass window. I was informed this week that I was on trial with God for my indisgessions, to this I say, "SMITE me almighty SMITER!" who cares if its spelled right or not?
Its been such a long time that someone has wanted to fix me. Fix me for all the wrong reasons: THIS JUST IN:::::: psycho beach party has started.... and me without my sunscreen.... more on that later.

I was cubed tonight. That was pretty scary. For those of you have never been cubed I found it highly worthwhile. I shared some of my writing, I was told I had a touch of Hemmingway. I was flattered.... I dont think Hemmingway and I should be compared, I just write things I think about everyday. A field of black orchids. A stable of nightmares. Dreams of undying pain and sadness. Will you make it stop? If you know how call here. I think you know the number if not, then call information the number is in the book under: Forget about it. thats right forget about it.

Funny as it may seem, The primary audience for this blog is myself. Those few people that actually have this link, may think that its all about them, and it really isnt. Its about me. Its about how I move through this world and the damage I choose to inflict on the planet. I can honestly say that I hope all of you enjoy this prose, it makes me feel more centered, its like a true friend, unconditionally I can write whatever I want and it is okay, no judgements, no scars, No lies. Its all me. So get over yourself, its not always all about you, Its just simply why things are this way. Comment if you dare, I really dont think your able, because if you did you would have to deal with the lies and deceit that you have created.

Why do I even bother?

Time to take responsiblity for my actions. It is my fault I am alone. It is my fault I am jobless. It is my fault that I have No Friends, It is my fault that I am alone, It is my fault that I am unemployable, It is my fault that my "friends" laugh about me behind my back, It is my fault that I am on trial with Jesus, It is my fault that I have no focus in my life. It my fault that my life has no direction and that I am living other peoples lives. It is my fault that I am alone. It is my fault that my family is broken apart, It is my fault that I am alone, broke and penniless, It is my fault that the only happiness I have ever had I left slip through my hands thrice. Kim is all my fault, Krista, Amy, Amy, Becky,Marci, Charlotte,Mary are all My fault. Its my fault that my back is in pain, Its my fault that Linda lost the list for the materials, Its my fault my grandmother didnt live, Its my fault that my mother is sick, its my fault that I have no relationship with my brother, its my fault I am alone, Its my fault that I drove everyone close to me away to protect myself, Its my fault that your not happy, its my fault that you were played, Its my fault I was played, Its my fault that the computer didnt work, Its my fault it rained, its my fault the clutch went, its my fault that Dennis went insane its my fault that Brenda and Patsy are not talking, Its my fault. This road I have put myself on is my own doing. I can not blame anyone but the man in the mirror.
Having said this Its time to say goodnight.

I wanna take the time to pay homage to some really great Blasting I found:

You'll breathe as free as you want, and keep on declaring, because you're speaking blindly to an open crowd that couldn't possibly care if I live or don't already.
~~~ Is this a cry for help or an advertisment for Teen Suicide Hotline... you tell me?.. How does one speak blindly? Wouldnt not be Speaking to a deaf crowd?

You're just too obsessed with losing and being the inferior one that your ego has burst.
~~~ Its not that my ego burst, Your just pissed because the half-assed voodoo that you work on all those poor shlups in Schuykill County doesnt work on me or my friends. I didnt jump like the mindless rabble that have following you. Please if anyone else has to live through one of your empty and hollow proclamations, empty threats to eldery women on their death beds. Wow your so intellengent, I wish I could live in Mediocrity like you? Tell me does Tiff, err wait, unhun Megan know about your dirty little cheating secret? Hmmmm... I bet she'd like to know that....
It's ok to cry, we all know you didn't love your dad, and we all saw through your plasticity (as you coined it so wondefully) at the services and the repetitive moronathon that was your fake sadness
~~ The great thing about my dad is that he knew I loved him. As for speaking to my plasticity, How about you Mr. They wont let me read what I want at the funeral so I will pout. Your one pathetic repressed Mother Fucker. Its sad. Fake sadness: I think the best example of this is that I saw our grandparents more than you and I lived 800 miles away. ..."The only people that mattered our now buried in the side of the hill" Revisionist history, you could be bother with them when they were alive so now you will mourn them? Your pathetic, the cool thing is you will carry that pain around for the rest of your life, Daddy see daddy do. Keep vigil at the grave when you could have celebrated their lives you prefer to celebrate their death... Yes you are right there was only 1 brazzo. and No clones. I am myself. Does the fac so tough you would face me.... instead you prefer to snipe. Grow up you little bitch, Fucking tree hugger wanna be.... t that I live in Tremont by choice piss you off? or the fact that I can move about the country aggrevate you? If you were

(Don't forget to give that dog you call an eight year college degree in "communications" a cookie!! Here boy! Here! Wait...which is the dog really?

~~ Your not done yet talk to me when you have a BA/BS.. Those people who live in glass houses just shouldnt. Obviously you havent realized that Patsy is better at slinging mud that Anyone one in your family. Yes I am a dog. you caught me.

Can you imagine driving someone to create such of hatred. Wow. I would love to Mystery Science Theater this post, but its shear artistry is worth commenting alone

very large headed hairy mongloid children with a twist of asian influnence. Thats what I see in the future. Some people think lifes' a bitch I think in this case genetics are.

Hey the posts have slowed down but I havent. A suspicous virus after the last string of posts. Is dishonesty a virus that infects us all? I wonder sometimes, I think it takes more energy to lie than it does to just simply tell the truth. I have a message for those who seek the truth. It was truly a sad day when I realized that you were ugly on the inside. No matter how much you try to fill the hole that lies in your soul you will never, because that hole is there to remind you that you are a sum of your experiences. Its much better than Kharma you see, Kharma is kind, that type of stain, or whole will never be filled no matter how much mea culpa is offered.

One of my very close friends informed me of something really really really really really funny. Not only do they know bannana hands they were his "special guest" the last time he was in town. After a long ardious conversation about Mr. Hands I came to yet another conclusion. Those who can, Do, Those who cant goto Bananna Hands seminars.

Hmmm... I am very suspect of getting a virus after my last series of posts. Yet another close friend caught their signifigant other lying and Cheating. I would know NOTHING about that......

Wow, talk about a fuctup day. A distress call, and being blown off durring the distress. Wow, this person will never learn... They think Kharma has been paid back, and well, she just did it agin. Its kinda fuct up. I was really hurt, and dissappointed but I put it into prespective, it amazing how taken for granted I have become. I think that is what is sad... I think this person should be written off. Maybe thats what this I need to disappear again this just confirmed there is NOTHING left for me here...except for the dog, Wow thunder is amazing... fifteen minutes with that mutt and I felt so much happier. More and More and More interviews. Maybe a job soon.

Strategies for Creating an Ordinary Life:

1.Lose your inner voice
2.Be satisfied with Medicocrity
3.Experiment with powers your Mind could possibly understand
4.Fuck with Kharma, Carma, Karma
5.Realize that the pain you inflict to others will someday be the pain you receieve.
6.Convince yourself by being taken advantage of your limiting your NOT posibilties.
7.Realize that Alice Walker was right when she wrote: Until you do right by me.... Everything you think of will fail.... Everything.
8.Much like IKEA furniture other swedish products look pretty on the surface but when put to the test fail miserably. I think you could say the same about people
9.Statistical Analsysis is just that manipulation of the numbers and you dont need an engineernerding degree to understand it.
10.Sometimes root cause isnt root cause.
11.In a desparate effort to be different one can loose their identitity in favor
12.If is also probably the most powerful word in the English language....maybe....
13. A good sidestep to achieving sucess is to take the short cut to mediocrity.

Please send me 999.99 for a complete set of Cds, and DVDs. If you add an additional DNA sample I will autograph the Set personally with my banana hands. or call 1-900-RU-NAIVE Operators are standing BY....

When something is too good to be true then it probably is. The valleys that were once filled with my tears are lush and green and plentiful. I wish you the best on your chosen path. as being an expert in being self-agrandizing when you need to use fifty dollar words words when a fifty cent word fits... show how little you grasp the message. Words are the crutches for disceprentant emotions...SEE SEE I just proved my point... nobody would use the word Discrepant in normal common language. Common language yes... because we all know when your head swells and the excess brain pressure is NOT relieved brain damage can occur. well multisyllabic words spoken here are needed to explain the story I believe. I could take a mental short cut and sum it up like this: If you have a swollen head, feel that your shit dont stink,(lean a little closer because roses really smell like booo oooo oooo) THANX ORACLE. and are trying desparately to fit your life into script, Its not going to get much better than it is now.
QUESTION FOR THE DAY?
If your given everything life, and have no concept of what it is not do something to please the provider of your life do you have the right to judge someone who pays their way and is sucessful on their own? A fan club is only good if you can keep up the rouse.... are you up to the challenge?

My muse has returned... Too bad the builder isnt around to appreciate it. The venomous me is back. but in a much more eliqouent way. Sometimes you just got to realize that that fancy foreign car that lust after so much is nothing more than a Shifty General Motors product marketed to midgets of the mental variety.

Does anyone read this? or are you all too busy out having your new cars washed? I am glad that the old addage still rings true: If you cant suceed, Settle for the next best thing. I hope my metatags are finding the auidence that I am so looking for...

Question of the DAY:
When you realize that you adjust yourself with the audience that your currently with does that make you a sell out or just plain small minded? Chamelions have NOTHING on you. I think you know who you are. at least the Blah Blah has come to terms with what she is going to become... can you say the same?

This blog has taken on a bit more of a sinister tone as of late. I think the mental flushing of the toliet has caused this. The further I get away from D day the better I feel about it. I do not understand why the extra effort in an attempt to destroy myself. That is what is sad. Thank god I got off the its all about me train. I can go back to assuming the role that I am expected have. First thing on the list is to set things straight in the family. Look out pilot here I come.

Driving home from the Cineaplex, I discovered how much a clear moon lite night makes me remember all things I try to forget. I remember how much I would like to tell everyone in my life that has pissed me off where to go and how to go there. I also discovered a few other cool inventions, Restraint for one, Know I have the ability to affect a change against my agressor(s) ***Newly Added*** I would have only said a agressor, but I have a good friend in the know... that well knows... I think deep down My friend is hoping that the dog comes off the porch to play. I picture den of mediocrity, a haven in which such witty topics of sucess are discussed, and whatever the latest craze in PMA that can be bastardized to the mindless drone of business person seeking sucess, Soft science indeed, I would think at the discipline is nothing more than a good pharse. Think outside the box, As long as your box is lined with 100 bills that notion is fine. I have discovered something, The bashing and trashing of me is nothing new. Seeking to harm me either. This experience is one that reminds me of blah blah and the builder, Nothing more than two discards desparate to convince themselves of their own self-worth. I often speak of karma. I truly believe that Karma makes everything better. All the time the vampire wasnt out there..... There vampire was within, right underneath my nose, and all of judgement I ignored. trying to convince myself of an other good intention.

As I lay on the beach I had a dream about you lying beneath the ocean of the sky. My soul begs for relief as the sky opens up and your tears fall upon me. You smile at me, and I know that what was once undo will be done. Where you simply breaking character or did you mean what you said when you said what you did? Of course, Time has never this kind to us. Time has never been an enemy. Time allowed us to walk down that path that day. The path that started in the dark and before we knew it we were standing at the top of the world. From above I looked at the stars and I saw the beauty in your eyes. When you look back at me you look deep into my eyes and saw nothing, an abscence of anything... in a instant I was transported by time to a place allowed me to be free without worry complaint or illness. Will you there on the otherside for me? Will they be there to meet you? Will time still be your friend, can you escape these bonds and still remember me? remember us? It would arrogant for me to think that Time will remain my friend. Realism dictates Time is nobodies friend more a concept of distance between this moment and the last. Distance from then to now. I seek and so ye find, I visited the river tonight. It is about to crest, and it is Time to wash the heartache and sadness away. A chance meeting with a new friend found an age old story being told. Thanks for your help, through you, I find a peace that is everlasting.