I came up with some lyrics and now I am going to subject you to them;

"Take your love, put it in the mail box, mail it to a family member. I am a stapler. Staple your love, you can staple your love, staple your love. If you want your letter to be folded correctly when it arrives in its beautiful place (the hands of a family member). Dont fuck kids."

I realize these lyrics could be interpreted in an ugly light ("that guy was fucked by one of his family members and now hes sending them an ugly disease so LETS GET HIM!") BUT BY NO MEANS WAS THAT TO BE THE INTENDED MEANING. Actually, the meaning of this statement is "dont mess around with Jim." Can meanings of songs, if they are copied from actual song lyrics (Jim Croce's "dont mess around with jim"), copy lyrics legally without fear of copywrite infrengement? Maybe the song Get your Gun by Marlyn Manson actually ment "2 out of 3 aint bad." (which, by the way, is 1). Stealy Dan's 2 against nature? I am 1 with nature and i'm also 1 against that album.

Derek and I throw hamburgers with ketchup and mayonaise at each others butts.

Derek and I are getting married next November.

I rub fruit Dereks nose and tickle his fingers and then Derek tickles my fancy.

I trade penises with everyone around.

Sometimes a guy is eating a grape but he wants my apple so i trade my apple for his grape.

"I don't like my nose, i want that guys nose so i will take his nose and create a beautiful black mans anus."

"I want to eat the vaginas of African school girls."

Everyone in the Plaza-Midwood area wants to eat my shit. They cannot.

Shit-network (Plaza-Midwood area).

Why does everyone want to trade poopies with me?

mothers sparkleing oranges.

geniuses who do not have imagination are not geniuses; they are shit-storms that know and understand nothing (not one single thing). they use all the wrong methods of problem solving, analyze and learn all the wrong things, and are useful only as small mechanical parts of a machine which they are too stupid to break apart from or realize all possibilities and choices which the world provides. Fuck you buddy. You are not the golden child that you were raised to believe that you are. You are a borg. Sometimes, you are the enemy.

i got the 'garbage pail kids, the movie' dvd. it was hidden behind 'a river runs through it', at food lion.

i don't like it when people ask me questions that i dont know the answer to like "are you ready for this shrimp?", "why do you feel that way?", "could you please stop talking?", "could you separate those?(as pertaining to 2 items out of a large group)" "can you separate each of those items individually?" "can you people please make a hole?", "are you serious?", "does it feel cold to you?", "can you get your eating done within the next 30 minutes?", "how is your cold?", "how are you feeling today?", "what in the world?", "who do you think you are?". there is no correct answer to a wrong question; SO i've decided that these must be those rhetorical questions which otherwise it is logically impossible to differentiate between. From now on, im not going to answer anymore rhetorical questions. Why would anyone ever want to be wrong?

Note to self: it is of imminent importance that you never be wrong. failure is punishable by self loathing and then death. we must adhere to this, for it is the only way that we gain the strength to do battle with the elk god.

Also, if people are going to do battle (which they always are) then they have to relax; SO if (and whenever) you see someone who seems a bit on edge (or more) then it is your responsibility to approach them with some ideas for relaxation (aroma therapy candles, a day at the spa, xanax, a massage, a laughing session, the eating of fruits while nude, a cigarette (or 2)... ect...ect...).

I believe dance to be a beautiful and creative art form. I like to make up dance moves that mimic ordinary every day activities (example: jogging or or writing a letter and receiving it only to find out that i have broken up with myself). Anyone who is offended or embarrassed by this can go to hell. A cynic knows the price of everything and the value of nothing. fecicious(someone spelled this word wrong)? Fuck you. I don't [ever want to understand or] know what you're talking about. I am completely rational; I moderate my moderation and I act without regard for the irrational.

i don't understand why peoples thoughts and opinions change according to their moods; ELO is brilliant.

life-long concept: "i can, so i don't.". this is the way in which i prefer to live my life. i also like to rationalize my emotions. ask me to prove myself and i will do anything to prove you stupid.

when i am alone, i like to listen to the beatles and have conversations (in my mind) with ex-childstars.

Janie: she's got this... aspect about her. something... subtle... exonerates her of all of her flaws... it... makes you feel great (like beethoven great. or, at least stephen king.) it always assumes and is never on time... it is always thinking and never-ending... it can cause the world to shrink and the population to grow. some say that those who have it are it. Janie: she"s got this... aspect about her.

i think that people place significance in things where none existed before is probobly a good thing. if you can look at a tree, and turn it into a large sloth (one of my favorite animals), or a creature that does not exist, then i think that is a good thing. this pertains to views on people and or religion or whatever else.... otherwise, we might as well blow our brains out. who gives a shit if it's real or not?

James Brown died today. That's what James Brown got for Christmas. Octagon sparkle fitness light rays. The plural for new balance is new balants. Eel death squad illumination manta-rays. Golden ominous magnets of the north... gone.

im stupid. my ambission is to someday work for harris teeter. i want to make more money doing less with less responsibility. or the same ammount. im soiling my pants.

problem with sedaris: he has this pseudo-hunter thompson, 1st person, prose indicative stop and go chunky style of writing which is spangled with wry witticisms and irony and an even deeper sense of sadness. its very funny. the problem is, if i read this shit, i tend to memorize every line of every page. it's... a little too easy; and a little too hard to figure out what to derive from it. it's too cool to actually want to learn from. thats just it... its cool. plus, alot of it hits too close to home. if you want to think like david sedaris; i suggest you get heavily into his writing... and ruin your life (or if you just like pretty good writing).
the metamorphosis is easy to figure out from the first sentence (its good if you want to read something thats pretty good).
p.s. "point/ counter point" by aldous huxley is a great book. so is "we wish to inform you that tomorrow we will be killed with our families. stories from rwanda" by philip gourevitch. "war is a force that gives us meaning" is awesome. this is a book that will give you perspective. "inherit the wind" is a great book. "the art of war" is great. "the animate and the inanimate" by william james sidis pretty much makes "the history of time" or whatever that crap is by stephen hawking look like chicken scratch. aside from that, it actually explains something (it focuses on black matter.). that is all. i like to do things when i get angry. also, i think stephen hawking is a fucking moron. history of time.

there's this guy i work with who knows every lyric to all of the songs that they play at food lion. he learns them after listening to them once (or twice). he writes the schedules. he also knows everything about food-lion. he is food-lion. what a fucking waste. he is a beautiful... beautiful moron. i put this guy up with the faggots who learn how to read music but still don't know how to listen to it. this has similar reflections in all other stages and realms of existance.

urgent re-evaluation of objectives: 1. do not read david sedaris. 2. do not wait 3 (or any given amount of time thus far)days. 3. do not (repeat) do not read the metamorphasis by franz kafka.

the bird guy is most definately mentally divergent and probobly autistic. he is to be avoided.

good spelling comes naturally when one is (i am) calm and relaxed.

it will take precise discipline and acute attention to detail in order to acheive universal alignment. parents are a source of condensed power and enlightenment. this is required in order to do battle with the elk god.