when you absolutely positively have to kill every mother fucker in the room. . . accept no substitutes

i saw the best minds
of my generation
destroyed by madness,
starving, hysterical

i should be allowed to shoot my mouth off
i should have a call in show

i should be allowed to think

blimey, what is happening to the world? the walls are coming down around me. at least i feel better last couple days. you can't fight city hall. no time to stall, must go back to work soon, write write write, keep it moving, so what to write about? how about bears. stephen colbert hates bears. they need to get off their pushy bear agenda. tom delay resigned. he was corrupt. . . who know? ok what else do i know? um, today had the whole 123456 date number thing, that was abrupt and mildly trivial. god told me to be less cynical, ok, maybe not god. coulda been me, what's the difference?

never hungry, never excited, always moving forward without an ultimate goal. my dad tells me to at least be happy that i get to go home every night. i guess that's a good thing, but the pendulum swings both ways. . .
what's so great about being at home? i guess a lot of things. all my stuff is there. my livelihood stems from my home base. birds chirp and maury sits in the window. my computer hums. gotta find a header pic and back to work with me.