"not that i disagree with you..."

a few weeks ago my best friend flew in from his home in Colorado to spend a few weeks back in the hellish bordom we grew up in. At the time i was in the middle of an argument on a blog with someone who's views are quite different from mine. the argument got quite nuckleheaded. So my friend and i were driving to a movie theater to escape our hometown's mind-numbing poison and i started in on how this argument was bothering me.

"Am I insane?" i asked.

"Nah." he says.

i explained that i've never felt so alone as i do because of this argument. My views, ideas and suspicions of the world we're so far out there and different from what the other gentlemen i was arguing with that it seemed to infuriate him, or at least seem laughable. The struggle to articulate the joke we are living to a person who's not even in the same ball park much less same seating section i am in made me feel insane.

never have i felt so alone. when for even a second i felt my perseption was nothing like anyone elses.

My best friend says "Yeah, you are pretty weird."


thanks tim.

-a

Essential Reading for U.S. Citizens

Downing Street Memo

Text first published in the London Times May 1, 2005. The few times I've seen this covered in the U.S. press the words "Conspiracy Theory" pop up and slither their way across my coffee table, across my foot, up my pants leg, around my belly to my back, over my shoulder and in my ear.

no bias. i swear.

and so it begins...

motherfucker! another god damn piece of shit online community blog journal who-ha thingy? where fellow felchers can ramble on together because they are not published in their fucking college newspaper?! where the author of this skid mark for diary can make himself think he's clever. "OOH the buddha that meditates under the shade of the lotus that grows from my belly button which Vishnu sleeps upon will have his message heard!" lick my asshole you CUNT!

sorry. i had to get that out of my system. you see i work on a television show where you cannot say things like that. because it might change people into rapist and molesters or pop musicians.

so, this is one of my many online outlets. i will try to use this one the most as a blog where the reader and i's Puritanistic hate for our bodies and their wants will be coped with through the vehicle of penis material.

much love,

andy