from time to time it stops matterring and i get the semi-familiar sense that i can do what i want. Like open a "business" that has making money at the sustenance or a little better level as a goal but a minor one. Just enough to maintain and slowly grow but never to a level that i can not maintain or i have people wanting to buy me out or expand...etc... what of it if it makes zero sense to 99 percent of the population... they can have their world just let me have mine. i want business model reform. had a lot more top say before i got here. oh well

an egg mcmuffin i rekkin my favorite body part t'would be my jiggly, slimy, but firm and covertly edible egg material midsection. I would say to the mcdonald land personage who shaped me, make sure that i glisten but don't drip with the beef tallow. Yes, yes, a little more over by my "yolk".. oh. it feels so good, now slap me with a piece of "ham" and rub me with that nooked and crannied mcmuffin. sometimes, when the days get slow i sit and think about how ronald fought the queen in 1974 over who had really brought this delectable bread product to its' proclaimed height. Other days i just wait around under the heat lamps....anticipating fate.

am i really to care, let alone feel redeemed as a little person... because a billionaire pays a million and a half for fucking over thousands. That is as if i would be asked to pay 50cents when i forget to pay the meter. unless, of course, she goes to jail...then i would be happy.. Maybe someone would choke her with her own fur...


too bad the enron crew are all in bed with the bush empire. would be nice to see them burn for their crimes. pay a 1000000000 of their annual income in remunerations since they miss out on taxes...

emily - that is really great. I peed myself twice.

That said... i am ready to work towards the conversion of the apathetic and those unable to disbelieve what they are told. It is kind of sad. I have been so disgusted for so long that i just want to vote the fucker out. My four-year by four-year political agenda looks like this: 2004- unity against bush 2008- the great push left 2012 - convincing people that it remains important for the majority to vote regardless of lames madison (and in spite of) so we do not allow the great push right to occur. in the meantime i plan to tel personal or potentially personal stories and to find ways to rock the boat. I am giving my dad a copy of "dude where's my country" to inspire a less sanctified world view in the sticks. I recomend this to everyone with relations in the sticks...

I should like some day to have a pond that i stock with guppies. Actually iw oudl but stock a single few pairs of guppies and allow guppie-nature to take its' course. I can imagine water being so displaced by their magnitude after a few weeks that going swimming in the pond would be a sensorial delight, overloading mayhap, but delightful. Following the assumption through that a zillion little wiggling squirming moving reproducing hungry fish bodies up against the flesh would feel pleasurable and not displeasing or awkward or uncomfortable. At some point they might turn into people-eaters from limited resources and then i would have casualties on my head but i would post a small sign that said: "danger, hungry guppies...they'll bite your fuckin'head off man!" and be free from any guilt, if not, liability. In the meantime, i may post that sign near ponds just to alleviate myself of guilt...which would be nice, but, i hate signage.. in general...though a collection of surreal instructions cropping up might be a nice distraction until the man co-opts the surreal and then we are in real trouble. Though it might make for some strange returns in antiquated attire because when the surreal is bought and sold the normal would become...well. the new mode de resistance. Whose got my heady cravat and knickers.