So there you have it etc.

Like a sorrowful cow. I am. Oh fuck you cow. I walked for twenty miles and the Baptist Church I passed did not amuse me. The people and their ugly hot-rods ceased to amuse me. They all try to bite me. They need flesh. They are all zombies. Zombies in cars. Zombies in bars. Zombies roaming the sidewalks and streets. Death. This culture knows death quite well. Yes, I am having a conversation with myself again. The zombies turn to look. This only makes me talk to myself much louder. I am annoyed by them. Away zombie! Leave me to myself. I like my answers. I am amused by my questions. NO ZOMBIE! Let me be. I prefer my own company on this journey-go buy some food at Hooters. Ride a motorcycle to Hell or....what are they good for anyway? Just toys that kill people. You think it is fly man? Riding ninety miles an hour, vroom, vroom, to your doom. Telephone pole. Wipe out. Fun toy. Some amusement park. Enough about that. The trees are all hanging green. Dark green. Dark molasses summer leaves. That is the way I perceive them anyway. They cover the months just like last year. Dark. Repetitive. A cycle. A season. Death to the lilacs and fresh spring accoutrement. The sky sure is a joker. Grey, grey, grey. One day it is bright. A thousand days after-all darkness. Rain. Rain. Rain and death. Good. Die. Please leave. Let the new in. Blue skies? Where be thee blue skies? Where be thee sunshine. I never felt I belonged in this side of the state. I was right all along. I don't. DON'T. Belong, belong, belong. I'm goin' out west like Thomas Alan "Tom" Waits. The east is a beast. Cheap rhymes are good for fairy-tales. My fairy-tale is a mountain with wildflowers all around and NO, let me repeat, NO PEOPLE. My fairy-tale is not far from reality, but I wish it were my reality now.  

 A mountain. A castle. A flying octopus speaks loudly out its flaccid mourning mouth. A burst of personality dies with the skeptic. Esoteric? I love what I cannot understand. It keeps my attention. It mocks me until I figure out its indeterminateness. What does it mean? How do I know? Blah, blah, blah. The scars of dreams decorate my body. I will no longer nurture them. I want to move. Far. Fast. Become invisible. Take leave. I've had enough elitist bullshit. Yes, I am a recluse. I got sick of the elitist bullshit. Garbage mouths lurking and weaving tales about what they know not. Liars. Frauds. Silly children that need a script to live off of until they hate themselves so much they crack. Now who is insane? I passed the ink-blot scam long ago. I do not claim to be something I am not. I do not know everything. I care not for metro-sexual pretty asses. I do not care if you are in a band or if you're "Ivy League" or if you can pull butterflies out your orifices. 

Mary had a little lamb. Yeah, hey, I'm here, I'm sane, and sure, I have a little grudge. Just a little one. I have a grudge against people that believe in fairies. Mind you, if you haven't already figured it out, I jump around a lot, topic to topic. This is how it is to have a brain such as I have. It can be really frustrating, but, hey, what the fuck. I MEAN ALL I SAY. I hate people that believe in fairies. Haven't you noticed that people tend to think fairies float about them as they stagger, blind-folded, through the atmosphere. Yes, oh yes. Well, I hate to break apart their happy little fantasy, but FAIRIES AREN'T REAL and WAKE THE FUCK UP!

Fairies will not salvage you from the ugliness of life, so buck up! Fairies are a distraction and were put within your range of vision as a child to deter you from observing and understanding the World as it really is: Empires in conflict, murderers, Christian Scientists, misogyny in every women's ad for pants, numb-scullery for our children to drool over on television (What ever happened to Loony Tunes...at least they took some brain power to create, and that Bugs Bunny..so witty!), New improved video games *life-like* that swallow the player...and believe me, there are trillions of them locked inside a World of Warcraft or whatever the fuck the shit is called. Do people ask why anymore? Do people say "How do you know?" enough, do people see what surrounds them, do people see the root of all evil and from where it originates...think money...etc, do people question their "teachers" enough, do people notice that the house across the street blew up weeks ago, do they? DO THEY? No. All they see are a bunch of fairies, we can call it hallucination/bomb shelter if you will. As long as there are fairies, the evil in this World can never survive. Oh yeah? Well guess who is winning the ballgame chumps? EVIL. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=27LLPANAgzw Goin' out West where they appreciate me....see ya!