my oh my, how money is gettin me down.

frustration and sickness
a likeness to stress
i press on to loving
A feeling with out crest

fruition horizon
futility is cast on
humility has long gone
failure been abandoned

down but not out
the come back kid
oh please life give mercy
may i be called from the bullpen

( actual blog time)

I find that my fingers will instinctively type things when i do not need them typed such as typing "actually" instead of "actual" . I wonder if this would mean the invention of auto text came from
the humans mind to rely on the familiar when something goes haywire or we don't think. Humm.. anyway, welcome, welcome once again to the look inside my frightened little head. I'm much like every one else this day and age, sad, confused, afraid, some one who spends most of his time in a chair. But there isn't anything wrong with that, its normal, after all we are American; and our corporate overlords decided we would be better as data slaves imputing massive amounts of information into computer databases so that eventually they could even take that job away from us and leave us to retail. Oh glorious retail, the aspect of selling shit you don't use to people who don't really want it.

Oh how beautiful our country will look once we've gotten all of those ugly factories puffing smoke into our delicate skyline out of here; and oh how beautiful it will be when all of those bland office complexes have been mowed to the ground. We'll have so much more room for parks then.
Hundreds of new parks in every city is what i say! We'll have trees coming out of our asses, and that will really reduce our carbon footprint. Hell in twenty years we would have erased the whole footprint, and then no one would ever know we even existed.

Well by that time we would all either be running a hot dog stand, slaving in a Wal-Mart, or, living in one of our many parks; and that's when we really know we're returning to mother nature. Returning to mother nature and dropping off the face of the planet; but you see this too is in their master plan. They want us to drop off the radar so that way we can be pirates! DON'T YOU GET IT!

Once no one knows we exist (do to the lack of being a country) we will drop massive blocks of dry ice into our oceans and pretend to be the ghost of America! that way when anyone tries to come turn us back into a country we'll just loop a ghost track, they'll all abandon ship and die, and we can steal their goods to fund our parks and hot dog stands! WAKE UP AMERICA OR WE'LL SURELY ALL BE HOT DOG VENDORS! and then what will the immigrants do?

Think of the immigrants America, think of the melting pot; and think of what will happen if it becomes the melted pot. I know you don't want to think about a bunch of molten hot metal eating away at your mortgaged floor. That floor is costing you thousands in interest every year, and watching it melt away would feel like losing your pride. Though don't worry, that pride was stripped of you by the banks years ago, you couldn't possibly lose whats already gone. anyway back to my point.

pirates, we're all going to be hot dog vending pirates, just like Somalia after 1992. Only we were influenced by Scooby-Doo, and they were inspired by Henry Morgan.