Ok here's the facts: (and if you read to the bottom, you get a special little treat. No pun intended)
| I was born and raised in a small hut just off the northeast coast of Madagascar by a pack of racist tribalists who put me to work at the age of three. I spoke Malagesy with the other natives until one day while picking hay, I was able to divert Master's attention at which time I slipped away onto a ferry that traveled for many miles and many moons. Finally I reached my new home, or what I now call "Prison of the Free". Now instead of being a slave to the Master hay picker, I am a slave to capitalism. But I revel in my new "freedom" which is why I wrote this little note a few years ago: |
"I love this country. You can do whatever you want and as long as someone who has money or power is benefitting from it, the judicial system doesn't have a prayer in the world. That's the way America works and that is why I am proud to live in the United States where justice is not only a gift, but a weapon and is kicked around like a soccer ball. Being a citizen I feel attached to this country on an emotional level and would die for the freedom to publicly argue any silly issue I deem significant and then drive home to my two- story house with picket fence, sprint directly through the doorway all the while praying I don't get shot on the way in. Why? Because that is what our country is all about. The liberty to do whatever the hell you wan and get off scotch free as long as you don't get shot or beaten up."
| What the crap does this mean, you ask? I don't know. Does it matter? Probably not since I was 16 when I wrote it. But I have gone on to bigger and better things since then. Like writing stuff when I'm wasted. Now that's fun. |
February 15, 2001
"So I wait and watch as the hands of time swindle by me
At a fast, yet unsteady pace
Waiting for a sign of triumph and
Stealing moments as they blow by aimlessly in the wind
Of time existing through days of laughing sorrow
Can't become what has already been
While I still remain in time that girl."
| Don't ask me. I was wasted. You
want another one? Go to this page
and look at cocoaoc. More about me: I went to Chiddix Junior High. Fun times. It drove me to write things like this at the innocent age of fourteen: |
"The Education System:
Teaching an accumulation of adolescents how to learn about learning, to try and fulfill the moral obligation of which mankind are compelled to take care. Thus, young adults venture off into the unexplored without having knowledge of by what method they should use in order to succeed or even sustain life. Consequently, the world as we know it is thoroughly destroying itself and we are to be accused rightfully. This, all as a result of the ignorance and stupidity of the educational system teaching students the wrong information, will never alter because those in charge were educated by this system themselves. The enlightenment students receive should be an awareness of the world. It is not spoken all that falsely that what you really need to know, you learned in kindergarten. The current system is just something that devours time, money, and the patience of those of us who know what it is really about. The authorities are bus drivers leading a load of teens gregariously down the road of deception, inextricable from the fiery inferno we call the education system."
| I used to keep a dream journal. There is some seriously fucked up shit in there. It is cool how I can now see the connections between my dreams and life at that time, whereas then I could not. Here is a cool one from a couple weeks before I started college: |
"I was on Chris Bischoff's boat and we decided to go swimming so we got in the water. I was holding another person's hand in the water and they said, 'Let's see if we can touch the bottom.' So we tried once but then came up for air. I was hesitant, but we tried again. This time, we went deeper and deeper into the dark lake water and I started to be unable to breathe, but we kept going down. We were still holding hands and before i knew it, I did not need air anymore. It was a relief and a very cool feeling. We let our hands go and were both standing underwater at the bottom of the lake."
This is not me, but I was lucky enough witness this live and in color.
Here is where I keep track of the crazy things I do during my day of watching T.V., drinking, and going to BBQ's.