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I saw someone on a site with the user name, "unique3". Somehow I doubt they realize the inherent irony. And I'm almost sure that they wouldn't appreciate it if it was brought up. Yes, you're special... Just like everyone else.
"I got a job making money for the man throwing chicken in a bucket with a soda pop can. Puke green uniform on my back; I'd rather set it on fire in a vat of chicken fat."
- Beck, "Soul Suckin' Jerk" from Mellow Gold
"At Odds"
I know, I've been away far too long. This had become a place of such anguish and mental instability that I needed a small respite. Perhaps it'll happen again right after this is up. I can't say. It's hard coming back to all this after finding some good in life. Not that everything's great, but there is good in my life. Don't worry, it even feels cheesy over here where I'm at. Seriously: Rest assured, I'm still pissed off, at odds with myself, addicted, and generally a prick...
Just in a good way.
Fucking president. What the fuck? Maybe now these assholes will see who was right. Probably not.
Is it just me or are people getting increasingly fucked up? Like humanity, or at least the US, is hitting some kind of height/breaking point.
What ever happened to being a good guy? I guess that was too difficult.
"Red Handed"
I've found that stealing is not a good idea. If not for the moral and ethical concerns, which are surely there, than for the fact that crime really does not pay. In the end it always turns out bad. No matter what you think of and how far ahead you think you are; You're not. Karma is not forgiving. God is. And the World most certainly isn't.
I'm working hard now with one day off a week to make money and improve my life and my dear lady's as well. I bust my balls and get paid a pittance compared to the work I do. It is not good. But it feels good to be working for all my money. I've had to sell prized possesions to help make it. That is also not good. The ends justify the means sometimes... But not always.
And the big corporation still wins against the little guy.
If it wasn't for my girl I'd be right at about 'Fucked' at the moment.
"Difficulties"
It's hard not being vengeful.
It's hard not taking what ever I want.
It's hard to lie.
This is why there's so much bad in the world.
People are generally lazy and take the path of least resistance. It's easier to do what you want than what you need to.
I should be in bed right now seeing as how I'm supposed to be up in three hours and forty-five minutes.
This, I think, is why you see so many people "turning over a new leaf" only to take a big shit on it later when they're back in the saddle worse than ever.
I know, I used the dreaded 'I think'. Fuck you. I pay the bills here(Notice it's still here with no advertisements; You're welcome). I'm allowed to contradict myself.
That is the great struggle of our time: To overcome ourselves. And not die. Not dieing is always good, but ultimately a futile battle.
While I'm at it: Fuck you. Yes, you. Here's the deal people: Your is a word dealing with possesion. Example: "I'm going to beat your ass." Now, the word you're is a contraction of you are which should be pretty straight forward. Example: "You're fucking kidding me?"
Another one that pisses me off that I see all the time from supposed educated/knowledgable/non-retarded folks is the use of then and than. Example: "If you don't like it, than you can eat my ass." That's wrong. The proper usage is: "He drank a fifth, puked, then pissed himself." Than is a word dealing in comparisons. Example: "My grammer skills are better than most people in management positions."
Don't even get me started on the fucking commas. The horror.. The horror...
Just had to get that out of the way. Perhaps I've seen to many signs on walls.
Sometimes I can't help but to think that we're all just hopelessly fucked.
Part of making things accessable to people is having it in your target audiences language. In fact, I would (perhaps hastily) say that having a piece of work or art in the target audience's language is 99% of getting the fucking point across.
Fuck
You would be surprised at the number of supposedly intellectual folks that don't seem to realize this fact. Let alone being profecient in the language.
Why don't you Blog on my cock?
"Where Are the Blue-Skinned Broads"
All this technology and I still have to fetch my own drink. Where are the fucking robots already? I see plenty of Japanese fucks building them but never one rich bastard with a robot. By the way, what happened to my flying-fucking-car? It's Two-fucking-thousand-and-five. I want my robot, flying car, and cure for cancer. What do we have? Targeted ads. You surf the net and get ads related to what you look at(watch out for the porn). You pass certain transmitting stations with a bluetooth enable mobile phone and get ads. Fuck.
I need a T-Shirt that says, "I visited the 21st century and all I got was this lousy Viagra spam".
Pricks.
Security through obscurity: Linux. I love it.
I thought I was witty. Turns out I'm just an asshole. Damn.
Apparently, I have not stumbled upon my own style after all. Not exactly, anyway. In looking at William S. Burroughs' life I've found that his writing style was sometimes lines from musings that he really liked thrown into a work(ie. Naked Lunch). Admittedly, most of his work was about opium/opiate addiction, but, you write what you know about. Although, my style is more the random rants in my head. But, when all is said and done I'm just putting down my favorite lines.
God knows how much weight I've lost. It is a lot, though.
