Things R shit, but shit R things. Complain? Complacent? Come clean? Communism? Compunction? Composure? Complicity? Competence? Competition? Commander?

in Chief Cumquat... Ok, so I'm the first to admit that my last few "resentries" if you will have been for shit. About this time of year I always start to lose it, and it doesn't help that this year the fan seems to be spraying shit at me like it's going out of style, as if my dificult time this past Spring was enough for me to say, "hey, turn off that shit spraying fan already!". Perhaps if I get evicted from the Pitts I'll end up in a beautiful downtown Zoloft, who knows? I was thinking about Marvelous Marvin Gaye's classic "What's Going On?" today as I said to myself precisely that on the eve of the Big Apple elephant stampede, and I thought to myself; ok, this guy had enough problems growing up with the double negative name Marvin and Gaye, and then when he overcomes those hurdles and becomes famous, he's still perplexed by all the inequality and injustice in the world. He ends up losing lifes battle at a fairly young age, as a pretty miserable guy. Maybe the Detroit Lions should ahve just let him try out as he'd always wanted-he could have at least gone out with a smile on his face if he'd been sacked by some humongous tackle...

Today, a day after waking up pissed off at the thought of this particular smarmy dishonest brat who seems to be in it only for herself, I wake up feeling suffocated by more examples of how I seem to consistently meet the wrong people who have no drive to market and promote art we're making together, as an unpleasant realization from the last night remains stuck to the lining of my mouth like, well, you know, like something that would do such a thing (I ran out of shit adjectives). So, what do I do? I turn on the tele only to hear more crap about indifference and injustice. First, I hear about some poor Dad who lights himself up after getting word from the Army that his son is yet another casualty of this faulty war in Iraq, then, I see a piece on "The Don and Army Abu Ghraib Show" where a Millitary Intelliegnce officer seems so conditioned to seeing us commit injustice that he basically comes off as a dead human being, devoid of remorse, saying to an extent "c'est la vie" about the atrocities he witnessed in the prison. Then, I hear that the census numbers have been released, and though they report that the # of Americans uninsured and living in poverty has increased for the 3rd straight year by like 1.5 million, these reports are rushed out a month early for poilitcal reasons so that by the end of the GOP convention, no one will even rememeber them...
I need a breather, more in minute.

Ok, minute taken... So, I'm walking home and in one minute (another minute, not the taken minute) I see a model kid with fake greazy black hair, Don Johnson shadow and night sunglasses, posing with a cig welcoming hipsters into the Johnsons, a PBR bar supposed to look like the 70's style rec room he never had in high school, and in the next minute I see an old lady on all fours trying to unscrunch a Pabst can on the street surrounded by a pile of waste and excrement... Then I'm walking, and I overhear this tanned young couple talking: "he's done so much acid that he looks like Charles Manson"... Who do I think of? GW Bush. yeah, I've got him on the brain I suppose, but when i see this guy, he reminds me of this little blonde drummer kid I knew at school who sold coke. He had this inanimate nose-looked like it was constantly stuffed up, or that you could poke it and he wouldn't feel it. That's what our resident President looks liek to me, that guy, Johnny Blow, or whatever, Charles Manson the ski instructor...

Apparently, bald Rock Star Moby is best friends with near-bald Senator John McCain's son Sid McCain... strange world they live in. This is not the world I live in, though I have to pay taxes in their world. I wonder what sort of nothing Sid McCain is doing with his life? That's really what most of those kids do, right? Nothing? I hear that Mary Kate Olsen and her fatter sister were asked to introduce the talented Bush twins at the convention of lost souls next week, but their PR person turned Satan down, saying that Mary Kate was still recovering from her disorder. Apparently, Lucifer responded something to the extent of "there'll be plenty to eat" at the Bush Bonanza. Bad taste...

Who's seen those magazine ads for AXE deoderant? You know the ones that say "Dry Pits Win", with a sitting cg armpit (that looks like a pussy) being scratched by a hot chick holding a glass of vino? What the? That ad made me sick when I saw it...

Oh there's so little more to say and so much more time to say it, or... the opposite of that entirely. You guys have been great, I couldn't have done nothign with out you. Sleepy time time time.