Life is a mystery to me in several ways.  How is it that we can so easily get into financial trouble, but cannot get out of it no matter how much hard work we do?  How is it that the worst music is that of youth, when every generation has its own music?  How many times does Bill O'Reilly have to be proven wrong before people just switch him off?

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Valentine's Day.

A day engineered by the corporate sludgemongers who've been ruining the world for years.  A day meant to clean up financially on false and perfectly hollow representations of love in the form of unhealthy confections, stuffed animals manufactured from cheap materials and blood from the hands of criminally underpaid sweatshop ( Read more... )

The following is a message to my brother in response to a message he left on my myspace page.  He had nothing but positive, happy news for me, but I was (and am) so angry about my life, and was in such need to express it to someone, that I wrote the following.  I'm reprinting it here for self interests - a sort of snapshot of my emotional condition ( Read more... )

Life is a drag.

Every day I live is another perfectly good reason to blow my brains out.  I'm not sure how many folks out there are still virgins as 33, but I can tell you without a  moment's hesitation, it sucks.  Forget any comfort or peace one can derive from satisfying any particular spiritual or religious considerations by remaining 'virtuous' ( Read more... )