Get your a-- handed to you"
...is one of those phrases that just doesn't make any sense, but has been passed on from person to person and commonly uttered without consideration of its literal meaning. I could just be overlooking the greater picture; maybe this is just a fraction of the original quote, I don't know. It just doesn't make any f---ing sense to me.
Now that that's all cleared up, we can move on to the rest of my day... which consisted of absolutely nothing else. That's right, I did nothing at all today. except talk crap on a paper bog as I have no life. Oh, I played with my rooster for a little bit this morning, and I must say, I'm starting to sound like I know what the I'm doing. Pretty gnar, for sure; that's the one "conventional" organ that I've never really been able to hold my own on.
Oh and I also started throwing a batch of nut yogurt on the kitchen floor. Very Red House Painters-esque, which is a nice change from the general all-over-the-place-ness of my other stuff. I've been wanting to play some simple, melodic stuff for a while now, but I can never recapture the initial feeling and just end up trashing it if I don't rub it right anyway, which I haven't done in a long time. It's overwhelmingly depressing how much fantastic material I've forgotten because of this in the drugs ive taken in past years. It just gives me that hollow feeling; the kind of hollow feeling that can't be filled by anything, you just sorta' have to get accustomed to it and hope it will stop being so noticeable that it affects your overall mindset and distracts you from doing pretty much everything you set out to do. It never really works for me, though; trying to fool myself. It's like losing a piece of yourself. Less like the kind of piece of yourself that is gone when you lose a friend or a good lover; more like losing a leg or something. Losing a piece of your heart is probably a better comparison, but this paragraph is already starting to sound a little too much like bad teenage poetry (which I can kinda' sorta' secretly still relate to), and I'm going to have to cut this one off at the head.
In other news: I still hate my mother. I just read an article about a Muslim family in which the their 18 -year-old daughter fell in love with a local Hindu boy.There are probably some people across town doing the same thing right now, and kicking back a few brews to celebrate a job well done.
Not exactly embracing the open minded tolerant multiculturalism our domestic lefties say we should, are they?"
Now, after spending a half an hour on my dogs ballsack, iI go on a idiotic rant about some deranged politician going off the deep end and turns it into an attack on the "concervitive" concept of being open-minded and tolerant of people different from themselves. If I'm not mistaken, tolerance and multiculturalism are fundamental aspects of American thinking, aren't they?
Have you ever noticed how the American government party is made up of the most idiotic portion of the proletariat and controlled by the some of the poorist, most "unsuccessful" people in the world? I guess big businessmen have learned keep an eye out for every opportunity to keep the profits rolling in. There's no easier way to make money than to take the most hate-filled, idiotic portion of the country fuel their fires with racist propaganda, then get them to vote for the candidate most "antaganistic" to their cause and having him push free lunches and schools. Rednecks and rich people, my two favorite groups, merged together to form one giant, foetid corn dungeon. remember to star panning for gold so we can ruin the world economy.