Got back from Cali just the other day. The weather is hot and menacing, but it was absolutely wonderful seeing my old friends, and meeting the others that didn't believe I ever existed in their world. You hear that, son? I EXIIIISSSTTTT. Well, I used to, but I'm undercover about that sort of thing, now. You'll never find out about it, though.

The following issues at hand are as follows, Mr. Redundancy: Getting back to work [slave wage], getting back to work [creativity wishes to skyrocket, but without pristine environment, there is no law to it], remaining my flavor of sane, preparing for the next road trip, and the final stages of securing school. All business, I assure you, to be handled while wearing a fresh and clean pin-striped suit and vest.

The following issues at brain are as follows, if you know what I mean: taking an early day to breath and focus, reading "The Art of Doing Nothing", lounging around in my plaid, red and black pajama top that's 4 sizes too big for me, drawing for practice, hunting for quail, practicing violin and bass again, jog, and eat cereal to Dr. Steel and Halo. What a list!

Person-wise, I guess I feel alright. Most of the minutes, I'm floaty, and sometimes not paying 2 cents worth of attention; way too involved with over-analyzing, and worrying about things that might disturb my shields. Maybe I'm too snarky for my own good! Though I believe I've left some part of me in California...if you Sacramento guys see it, either mail it back ground UPS-shipping, or just lock it in a cage and feed it carrots and wheat crackers 'til I come back. Don't let it eat past midnight...gremlins, you know.

Father-dad owes me money, that bastard, and I intend to bug the gold-plated shit out of him to get it--he owns several properties, several cars, and several assholes, I'm certain, so my economic stimulus government cheese that he promised me [after gypping me out of declaring myself as independent] oughta be chump-change to his ATV-drivin' ass. Yet, it's sadly ironic...I often realize just how much I relate to him!

In general reality, why the fuck do people care about their mundane selfishness so damned much? Are you reaaaally the focus of the limelight? Are your scruples jerk-scented?! Human sympathy, man! Is it so hard to love your fellow man for what he is?

:SCHIZO-FLIP-MODE SQUAD:

Of course it is, dummy-head, certain people deserve to be destroyed and ridiculed for the moron that they were born as, and the whore that they've grown up to resemble. Such people should GTFO my couch, get shot and sold for spare parts, sleep with the fishes, that sorta thing. What are you, an idiot? Grab your gun and get strokin', kimosabe, there IS no time for compassion!!!

Obviously, I'm two minds about the whole thing...leaning towards the latter like an alley-way drunk, though. My compassion sits in a gum-ball machine that costs a whole 77 cents a pop, and I'm too upset at candy price inflation for sweets. What the hell was I writing about? *boom*

And a thank you very much to Sacramento-people for putting up with my weirdness for a whole week! Thank you to Vulpes for allowing me to share your room space! I had such a good time. I'll miss you all terribly...now drink that alcohol before Sasha grows a bigger brain and learns how to open the freezer door, dammit.









--MURPHY--