The Penguin Master Chewbacca

And so it begins again the saga of the great penguin master, the Chewbaca. These mighty renegades on a quest to overpower the dark lord and shit have encamped in my back yard again. They will not leave. They get drunk and gally vant about and such so as to make one sick. I have not dared to question these mighty beasts as not to anger them. The gally vanting goes into all hours of the night and early morning. It is quite annoying.
To try to talk and reason with them would be pointless. All they seem to do is grunt and baa like a mountain goat. They do one thing though, they keep the damn penguins at bay. Since the chewbacca have come I have yet to see a penguin again. For that I give them thanks.
And so I have nicknamed these chewbacca the penguin masters. I dont think they are much better than those damn penguins.
(hope this small tale amuses those who have requested it)

On a side note I am doing great. The doughboy finds little
time to write as of late. My former computer got fried and so a new one had to
be acquired. Anyway... hope everyone out in blogland is doing great and shit.

Peace Whateva'

Doughboy

"A mind once stretched by a new idea never regains its original dimensions." Anonymous

"The world has teeth and can bite you when it wants to." Stephen King

Huh? What?

A philosopher dreamed he was a butterfly, and from that moment he was never quite sure that he was not a butterfly dreaming it was a philosopher. Envy him; in his two-fold security.
For all anyone knows, nothing is. Everything has to be taken on trust; truth is only that which is taken to be true. It's the currency of living. There may be nothing behind it, but it doesn't make any difference so long as it is honored. One acts on assumptions. What do you assume?

Father Time... Your Time is Short

Whether or not to blogg seems to be the question of the day. Blogging used to be a creative outlet for me and it still is but.. It seems as though my creative energies are expressing theirselves in extremely dark forms as of late. To blogg a funny post seems to become harder and harder as the days progress. 2005 was a year of shit for me and 2006 had better not be another year of the same. I will personally kick the ass of father time if it is not and ask for it back. Where's my refund biatch??? So nice to think about yet entirely impossible. While I am kicking father times ass I will beat him especially hard for previous years of shit and sass. Beyond comprehension, he won't know who the fuck is staring back at him in his mirror. Fucking piece of shit ass fuck thinks he has the best of me, better think again, fucker!!! 2006 is gonna be great, Fuck time and all the shit that comes with it. Eat shit and die father time... Eat Shit and Die!!! You sick fuck you...

Rants from Afar

Jim Morrison rants in the late 60's early 70's

In this dim cave
we can go no further.
Here money is the key
to smooth age. Horses,
givers of guilt. Great
bags of gold.

Heaven or Hell the circus
of your actions

If it's no problem, why mention it.
Everything spoken means that,
its oppisite, & everything else.
I'm alive, I'm dying.

Fear is a porch where winds
___slide thru in the North
A face at the Window that
___becomes a leaf
An eagle sensing disaster
But soaring gracefully above
A rabbit shining in the night.

Not really important...
but somehow enlightening
Showing what people were thinking at that time in history, whether or not you agree with who they were as an individual is not important.

Not My Mind Today

Don't really feel like bloggin' today
But blogg away, I just may...
While not mine, a rant of my dads.
Written in 1991, after he was diognosed with Leukemia.
Hey...I think it was the very next day...
Anyway...Otay?? What the hey.
(Leukemia doesn't really ryme with much...Sorry.)
Blogg away Pops.

Nothingness

Afraid of the void I feel myself being sucked into, drawn down to the blackness, staring at a blank wall, seeing nothing, sinking deeper and deeper into a soft velvety blackness, and in the thick folds are hidden shards of broken glass, broken dreams, dissappointment, the total futility of life, festering pockets of putrid filth teaming with every vile contanagen known to man or demon. Fight, hang on to memories good or bad, quick, shut the tide of your mind to prevent everything from spilling out, words, letters, feelings, ideas and dreams, all chopped up by some mystical blender, none of it makes any sense anyway, does it? The temptation to surrender is strong, to let go, and yet is scary at the same time. To be a blank, mindless lump of flesh, not feeling, thinking, dreaming, not even remembering that you are forgotten.

Obviously written at a bad point in his life.
He will never be forgotten although he may be gone.
Peace-WhatevA'
I'm Out.
A Merry Blogg to You.

Buzz Buzz

The thoughts you have when listening to Laurie Berkner followed by some hardcore rock like Dry Kill Logic or Bleeding Through followed by an Eazy-E or E-40 or some other rap artist are humerous. No wait...downright amusing. I could actually see these icons singing their heartouts to these Laurie Berkner songs rapping right along with her while screaming their hearts out at odd points in the songs.
So... for your own amusement imagine Easy-E rappping beside Laurie Berker while a band like Bleeding Through or Fear Factory playing the music. Pretty funny shit, huh?
I dont know... I guess I am easily amused these days.
Darkside a local band did a cover of Jenny, that 867-5309 song, that was the shit years ago, Type O Negative did that Summer Breeze song, bands ought to start covering kids songs. They might have trouble buying the rights..getting a rap icon to rap along with them...or WhatevA'... Anyways....Just a Thought...
At least I'm laughing.
Peace All
Have Fun
Peace-WhatevA'

2006 RaNtS a SeCoNd

Looking out my back window to the porch I sat wondering, even going so far as to ponder one of lifes mysteries, " What The Fuck?". Like... What the fuck are we here for?, What the fuck has my neighbor done to his backyard?, What the fuck is going on?, etc. You can just about place "What the fuck..." at the beginning of any of the great mysteries of the world and it usually fits. So I write dumbass, lame poetry, or whatever the Fuck it is, to celebrate the New Year. I was going to just say Fuck It like 2000 and 6 times but that would take more time and effort than I care to expend. Anyways...

What the Fuck?
WTF is the deal? WTF is wrong with ya? WTF are ya doing here? WTF is your problem today? WTF, no really like WTF? WTF, how about you eat shit and die? WTF, forget about it. WTF, WTF, WTF?

And so a new year begins, and What the Fuck do you know.... Still ranting and raving. HA HA...

PeAcE in 2006
Peace-WhatevA' and WherevA'
Have Fun and Don't be a MeAnIe

1967

My father wrote this in 1967.
He was in like 7th grade.

Greed

I had a father and he went to sea,
He went there becouse of me,
Becouse I wanted too much gold,
My father had to be very bold,
And now my sweet dear father's dead.
He paid his debt just like God said.

Kind of makes you wonder what it was like to be in 7th grade in a small town in 1967. I wonder if he ever thought I would read this again in 2005 and ponder what he was thinking. Oh well.. he is dead now so I will never know. Still shackled to his memory. Still entomed in his legacy. Still thinkin' of him everyday and it's been more than 10 years since he died of cancer. Can I get away from that? Hells No. Don't want to. Why would I?

Whats Up Pop?

Written by my father in 1976.
He died in 1995.
Yesterday was his birthday.

Material

The most important things in life are not related to material things.
The most important things in life lie within the individual man.
These qualities, although not totally manifested are, nevertheless, shown, sometimes.
The person that you are does not consist of material things,
but the inner qualities that lie within you from the beginning.

I Love You Dad
Always have, Always will
Props to my Pop
DoUgHbOy

Anyways...

Happy Holidays to everybody.

Merry Christmas
Happy New Year
Merry Chrismahanakwanzaka
Peace-WhatevA'

Anyways....
DoUgHbOy

Long Ago

So long ago,
I met a girl...
a girl so much like me.

She liked my style,
my manner of speak.
Sometimes she looked at me.

I said to myself,
I'd like to know
What she was all about.

And one day we talked
I got to know
I loved what I found out.

The man is Dr. Suess
Everyone should read his works.
He wrote some pretty deep shit.
So simple and yet so much more.

DoUgHbOy 

I Got Soul

No one will ever know truly what the president did or did not authorize just as the American people do not know who killed Kennedy or what Nixon did at Watergate. Even after all the reports, commissions etc. We still don't know. We only know and will know what they want us to see and hear. History repeats itself.

America needs to be protected. The President, as commander and chief, should be at the head of this but he can not just make up his own law. We have a system of checks and balances in place for lawmaking. The president knew this in 2001. Let the lawmaking body of government make the law in the correct way. No one would have questioned him if he had. So now this huge debate arises, and he wonders Why? Protect America, Sir, and don't lie to it's people about it.

Circular answers to pointed questions. Pointed answers to circular questions. Reherse, reherse, reherse, repeat, repeat, repeat, rinse, dry. Sunrise, Sunset. Sunrise, Sunset. Duck the question. Reherse, rinse, repeat, dry. Kiss the baby.

I support our Troops.
I support the protection of America.
I'm just critical of the Prez.
DoUgHbOy rants on...
And the rant goes on.
Peace-WhatevA'

Allright Then

Little Star Shine Your light down
On everyone 'cause I don't dont care
Ain't it fun when your friends hate what you've become?
Shimmy Shimmy ya Shimmy Yam Shimmy Yea..
Gimme the mike so I can put it away
Off on a natural cause.. Bon Voyage
I am only entertaining you I....
Take you to a place that you can't see
But I believe we can fly
I think I used to have a purpose...
But every day is exactly the same
Talkin' shit about us?
We don't give a Fuck anyway!
Be Warned...Be Warned!!!!
Me plus You equals..
The Horsemen are drawing nearer..
Then again that might have been a dream...
I think I used to have a voice..

Dumbass DoUgHbOy Rant
#345,879,019,423,013
And still RaNtInG

PeAcE-WhAtEvA'

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday Yea!!!!

Another year older and another day closer. To what? To Nothing!!! Even if I knew I sure wouldn't tell you, would I? You think I'm stupid or something....I can't reveal all my plans for world domination to thee. At least not until I become ruler of some small island or country of course, damn idiot penguins would surely invade and set up shop or somethin'. Peace-Out and chill out. The world sucks and another day begins. Fuck It man Fuck it. Stupid ass motherfuckin' new day can kiss my fucking ass.

Another Day

Just Another Struggle
Fuck It
I don't like to Quarrel
Fuck It
Stupid Ass Jungle
Fuck It
Fuckin' too tired to try
Fuck It
So easy to fuckin'...

Fuckity Fuckin' Fucker, Fuck head, Fuck stick
I could give a Fuck less,
but I don't.
I could care but I won't.

"Ain't it fun when you know that your gonna die young?" GNR

It's such fun.

Snow Sucks

Damn Penguins returned yet again to my humble abode. Prancing around like small penguins are known to do. No one knows that deep inside their devious little minds plans brew for world domination and other such mischief. I hate those little fuckers and hope they get diarrea again from the beer they consume while driving their sleds about. Fucking drunk ass penguins, who gave them their licenses anyway, sliding about to and fro.
God forsaken Emperor penguin decides to camp out in my back yard again, he comes up to the front door asking if I have any olives for his martini. I reply,

"No fucker drive your happy ass down to the Piggly Wiggly, get your own damn olives. You Stupid Fucker!!! You better not leave any empties lying around my yard again, stupid ass tuxedo wearing bastard. Go Fuck Yourself!!!"

Then the leader simply walked off astonished and sent his hoodlums to gally vant around the house and yard, depositing penguin droppings as they frolic. Fucking stupid ass Emperor simply sat with his drunk ass while his cohorts danced about knocking over each other in the process of running after beer.

Wait until the penguins arrive at your home see what they do to you. It ain't no fun man it ain't no fun.

Peace-WhatevA'
More Penguin Chronicles to come
DoUgHbOy

Will She See?

The DoUgHbOyS' previous posts of the day can be seen as a bit hatefull to say the least. So for my final work of the day... some more poetry, eh... lyric verse for the anal retentive. Written a few days prior, uh.. December 07 to be exact, actually written on paper of all things and not typed. A bit unlike the poetry, damn it... lyric verse, of previos posts. Let me know what ya think...Here it go...

Will She See?

I can't Imagine...

A Life without.
But I Can Dream
You here with Me.

I can't Believe...

So much to Say,
So much to See,
So much to Know...

When will she see?
She tries to hide...

All this from Me.
All this I know,
Every time I see...
Her eyes upon Me.

A sad little one,
So much like me...
And yet so not
So much more free.

When a moment away...
Feels like an Eternity.
A day with her
Passes by instantly.

Any sense of time?
None when she's with me.

When will she see?
I fell in Love with a dream...
She came to me.

I don't care,
about anything...
or anyone, anywhere...

When will she see?

I can close my eyes
and see her there.
When I hold her near,
I haven't a care.

She has to see.

I can't describe the way I see...
She'll take my hand
We'll be so care free.
Without a doubt
Throughout eternity.

I hope she sees.

That all I need,
Is to dream her here,
Here beside me.

So I close my eyes,
And there she'll be.


Another one that is a bit sappy.
But happy I am so don't blame me.

Why Do I, Why do you.

(or the answer you seek is Yes)

Why Do I Care, Why do you stare? Why Do I Choose, Why do you loose? Why Do I Fall, Why do you crawl? Why Do I Speak, Why don't you listen? Why Do I Act, Why don't you react? Why Do I Vision, Why can't you see? Why Do I See, Why don't you open your eyes? Why Do I Think, Why can't you say? Why Do I Ask, Why can't you question? Why Do I Do, Why can't you too? Why Do I Play, Why do you use me? Life ain't no game, I ain't no pawn. Hey, Fuck You Too, What do you want? You wanna stab me in the back some more? You ain't my daddy, he died 10 years ago. Don't try to run my life like you are, CHECK YOURSELF! Biatch.....

You cold heart havin', not a damn thing knowin' ass, past livin' in, not sayin' what you mean only what you think I want to hear, that is an asshole and don't even know it, brick wall, stubborn Dumbass!

Not directed to anyone in particular,
But no apologies to anyone either.
My friends know who they are,
Or better Who I am.
Just a rambling of sorts.
No apologies to anyone.
Uh... Did I say that twice?
Take it how you wanna.
Peace-WhatevA'
Hey, I ain't all that cleva'
But least I ain't no Dumbass!
DoUgHbOy

Happiness Is A State Of Mind

So the Doughboy says.....
Drumroll....
BE FUCKING HAPPY
That is All
The DoUgHbOy has spoken

The Emperer Penguin

The habits of the migrating penguin encampment can be directly observed by viewing thier Emperor. Contrary to popular belief, when surrounded by his followers, he is quite a jolly old fellow. Enciting laughter amoung the more decent amoung the flock with not only his large girth but his actions as well. Pouring a pitcher or 13 of beer for all to enjoy, and ordering some sorry ass pizza on his tab for all to partake in.
Local Pizzle Shoppe Pizza gives them gas, the beer is flat, but then again drunk penguins are quite amusing. Those who fart uncontrolably while running to the restroom are quite funny to say the least. Some even go as far as dancing about him like court jestors.
He seems to coax his small colony with mediocre promises. Promises of wealth and splendor beyond all imagination. Large toboggins propelled by an actual motor, group health insurance, raises from one fish a day to one and a quarter and such.
Today, we find him in his toboggin shouting orders to the newest amoung them. A small marionette that had forgotten his Royal tea and crumpets and was repremanded with a large ball of snow.
Needless to add, the atrocity of the situation was the apparant lack of compassion shown by his Royal Highness. Upon the delivery of said snow he did laugh and giggle like Jolly Old St. Nick could be pictured doing. Quite a site to see, I might add.
All the while his closest followers were inciting laughter of their own while throwing snowballs in the direction of the newcomer. However, the small one did throw a few at the penguins surrounding him and did snicker a time or two. The Emperor was not pleased. The jolly fellow simply nodded his head and the mean old penguins did jump to attention.
The bourgese did then surround the small penguin and attacked him with full force. The small one did his best to stand during the pummeling. Large snowballs filled with rocks and the like were tossed, thrown and chucked at our hero. The little penguin fell to the ground and cried, covering his small head with his flippers. A great task in and of itself.
It was a sad site to see, my dear friends, a sad site indeed. There is nothing worse than a crying penguin. Especially one who is constantly persecuted by his own kind. One who wants nothing more than to simply fit in. One that knows he never will.

Its A Celebration...

Everyone Has a Time
To Celebrate Anything,
& Everything They Want To,
A Very, Merry, Unbirthday to You!!

This is a time of year were celebrations seem to get in full swing. I celebrate 364 days a year on each and every un-birthday I have. I have a lot more days to celebrate that way, LoL. This season used to be a problem for me but I have grown out of the blinds that once surrounded my eyes. I no longer simply focus on my day to day struggle and see that some others have life a lot worse off than me. They celebrate their beliefs in the midst of persecution, ridicule, gunfire, threats against their life. They choose to stand for their beliefs even if it may be the last time they do so. So to everyone out in the world living in an everday struggle to merely servive the DoUgHbOy sends out his regards. Keep Standin' Up for what You belive in. I'll keep supportin' you in whatever way that I can. Have a Very Merry Un-birthday and many many more to come.

Have A Good Day

Have A Good Day Have A Good Day Have A Good Day Have A Good Day Have A Good Day Have A Good Day Have A Good Day Have A Good Day Have A Good Day Have A Good Day Have A Good Day Have A Good Day Have A Good Day

Have A Great Day
And
To All A Good Night

The Doughboy speaketh, "Tee, Hee..."
Take it Easy Everyone

bLoGgInG iS tOo CoMpLiCated or My BlOg SuCks

My blog sucks My blog sucks My blog sucks
Say that three times fast. Again, repeat, spread the damn word. I have expressed my feelings here and I don't care what the whole world may think of them.

No, I'm not Rainman. Just a 26 year old kid trying something that I thought was a freedom of expression. I just don't get it. So I will be quiet and write Stupid Lame Dumbass Poetry for myself. I thought I was helping some great cause, now I'll just help and hate myself at the same time.

I'm not a Hata'. Never have been, never was, never will be. Thats your freedom your opinion your voice, your perogitive.

Guess that I am kind of lost here in the "blogging world".
Damn, just when I thought that I found a place to chill.
ROTFL (Old school AOL for you.)

Racism does suck, In whatever form.

I'm out.
Peace WhatevA'
Fuck the Hata's
This may be my last hatefull post...
Then again it may not be.
Thats my perogitive.
Thanks for listening.
Thanks for everything.

Cool Old Quotes Of All Types, From Books, Poems, Movies, Anything You Like

"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked. "Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad." "How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice. "You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."

This quote came from a Great site.
Some of you may know it.

What's your favorite Old Movie Quote?
Or Any Quote That You May Like
Feel free to leave it in my comments.

I Don't LikeY

I don't like my bitch Mom...
But I still love her.
I don't like much of anything she's done...
Or what I know of her.

I don't like my Family...
But I still love them.
They always know just how to make me feel...
When I sit at the table with 'em.

I don't like my ex-girfriends...
But I still love them.
They helped me through some rough times...
I would like to think that I helped 'em.

I don't like many things...
For all of my own reasons.
What is it with some people?..
I could never understand them.

I Love my Dad...
And all I know about him.
Some people didn't know him.
But, hey...Fuck Them.

I love my Grandpa...
He always could make me smile...
I sometimes can't remember him...
For all my own reasons.

I love my Grandma...
She was always there...
To catch me when I fall.
So I'll be there for her.

Is that a problem?

I don't like my Brother...
But I still love him.
The way he makes fun of me...
That ain't no problem.

I just don't care about...
The people who don't care for me.
I have a lot less problems that way.
What's it to Ya?

Again,
Take nothing too seriously,
just poetry,
just the way I felt written poorly
More Lame, Shitty, Poetry for the Masses.

I Wear Black...What's It To Ya?

I wear black 'cause I'm Happy. I wear black 'cause I'm Sad. I wear black 'cause I'm Nervous. I wear black 'cause I'm Mad. I wear black 'cause I'm Depressed. I wear black 'cause I'm Lonely. I wear black 'cause I'm Typecast. I wear black 'cause I'm Alone. I wear black 'cause I'm Insecure. I wear black 'cause I'm Anxious. I wear black 'cause I'm Cool. I wear black 'cause I'm Not. I wear black 'cause I'm Popular. I wear black 'cause I'm Poetic. I wear black 'cause I..I...Sta.. Sta.. Stutta'. I wear black 'cause I Can. I wear black 'cause It's Warm. I wear black 'cause It's Cold. I wear black 'cause It's Hot. I wear black 'cause It Snows. I wear black 'cause I'm Stupid. I wear black 'cause I'm Smart. I wear black 'cause It's Raining. I wear black 'cause It's Dark. I wear black 'cause I'm Stoic. I wear black 'cause It's Art. I wear black 'cause I'm Fat. I wear black 'cause I'm Thin. I wear black 'cause I'm Skinny. I wear black 'cause It's In. I wear black 'cause It's Not. I wear black 'cause I just wanna Blend In. I wear black 'cause I'm Proud. I wear black 'cause I'm Ashamed. I wear black 'cause I'm Me.I wear black 'cause I'm Lame. I wear black 'cause I'm Not You. I wear black 'cause I'm Big Boned. I wear black 'cause I'm a Doughboy. I wear black 'cause I Wanna Dress Up. I wear black 'cause I Wanna Dress Down. I wear black 'cause I Like It. I wear black 'cause I Don't. I wear black 'cause I'm Strong. I wear black 'cause I'm Weak. I wear black just 'cause I Do.

And sometimes I just wear black, what's it to you?

Again, Poetry is just poetry, don't take it too literally.

Whats that?..I didn't hear you...

Assholes talk a lot of shit,
make a lot of noise,
But never say much...

Madd Props

I would like to give shouts out to those people who have supported me in my blogging struggle. Props go out first to the Cheesemiester, without her this great blog would have never came to be so great and diverse.
(at least in my opinion great and diverse)
Anyone who likes my site will LOVE the Cheesemeisters and her long list of followers are each unique in their own way.So click away at her links. They are all great and each one a mite different than the rest of those blogs out their who seem centered on themselves.
Peace-WhatevA'
Have A Good Day

.

?
A little can say so much...
?

I am not a poet nor do I proclaim to be
I'm just me,
Hopefully you are just you too.
Laugh a Lot Live a Lotter
LOL
(Yeah this lame poetry sucks but I can't seem to type anything else now that will bring a smile to my face)
There is like a tornado warning outside
and freezin' rain
and thunder
and shit
so I'm outy for now.
The damn house from The Wizard of Oz just landed in my backyard
Later man, Peace-WhatevA'

Lame, Sappy, Poetry For the Masses

Ok, this is some more lame ass poetry that I wrote awile ago. Or "lyric verse" for the anal retentive. Found it in one of my notebooks. Thought that maybe I would share it. So I wrote it down for ya... here it go..

Working title.... Working poem...(i.e. not done, poem or title)

"That dumb bitch stole my heart, smashed it on the ground, swept it up in a dustpan, and then had the nerve to send it to me C.O.D."

Sound like a new country song?? Dammit I knew I should have put somethin' about a truck in there!!!...Anyway...Needless to say, Not quite an appropriate title!!

So.... how about you suggest a new one? Maybe I'll like it...maybe I won't.

(And yeah...I know... it sounds like that new NIN CD)



I felt I gave You all the Love in My World......

It looks as though My past is here to stay...

Hiding in the crowd I'm all alone...

Colors all looked brighter when You were here...

Now all of them are so very unclear...

How could You just up and leave Me there?

Standing in the cold and all alone...

Where did You last see my heart?..

Oh wait!..It's like You ripped it apart...

Now it's up to Me to piece it back again...

I just really don't know where to start...

I felt I gave You all the Love in My world...

That wasn't enough...but yet You took it all...

So where are You now...that I can't even crawl...

I don't even think that I can even care...

I'm in Love with a Dream...

I know She just has to be out there...

I felt I gave You all the Love in My World......

(Just to let you know all bold words can and do stand for many different people and things.)
(I know it sounds sappy and all.... but I am kinda Sappy and Lame at times, just bein' me.)

I Bet You Think This Blog Is About You?

Your so Vain...
I bet you think these posts were about you.
Your so Vain...
You probably think this one is about you..
Don't you...Don't you...

Well...it's not.
I blame myself for everything I have done.
I used to be Vain...
Now I hate Vain people.

(One more thing completely off the subject... Why did Blaine try and kill Batman? I always hated Blaine. Did he have some unpaid parking tickets or something? I really can't remember? Batman kicked his fucking ass in the end though, didn't he? Blaine was a stupid piece of shit. Fucking insane in the membrane ass motherfuc#er. Trying to kill Bruce Wayne..em Batman. Batman showed his dumb ass though. Good Old Batman. Always kickin' them bad dudes asses in the end. Always...)

Stupidity Must Run in My Family

It seems as though the more stupid I become, the less stupid I seem. Stupidity is all relevent to your enviorment. I actually thought that maybe I was just a little important. Happy I am to know that I was not, it is a lot less responsibility not being so important as I thought I once was.
I have come to realize that I am just a means to an end. That however I am viewed by others is a direct result of what I can do for them, especially in my family. I feel great about it. I actually could care less if I am non-important. Looking back on how I have carried myself in the past, damn was I stupid. Doing everything I could for others just becouse I could. Helping other people through this journey called life, while all along some were just along for the ride saying what they knew would make me carry them just a little further. I carry no more worries of others on my back, let them make it on their own, I have.
No one really sees me for who I actually am, their view of me is a direct result of how stupid I have been towards them in the past. Who cares? Not me. I am fine just like I am. Let the people who cared less for me care about themselves now. I have enough to worry about on my own and I don't need to be so tied up in the feelings of people who really "Don't Give A Fuck" about me.
There are a few good people left in the world amd I would have liked to think I was one of them. Guess I was wrong becouse everyone else kind of abandoned me in my time of need.
So here I sit, pondering that great question all of us ask ourselves at times, "What's Next?" I really don't know or care but I am as ready as I will ever be or, for that matter, more ready than I ever was.

Vote... We Can have a Voice

So register to vote.

We as a people, collectively, without regard for, nationality, political party or religion, need to stand united for what we, as a whole, believe in. How can we get anywhere if we do not stand as one? "One day we shall all be one". How long until that "day" comes? None of us know for sure. We have to start somewhere. We can all contribute to the new history of America, by voting.

Do we need to be so divided when we all basically stand for the same goal, equality, for all Americans? Equality in health care and employment, abolishing job discrimination and discrimination in general, fair wages for all employees, these are all "American Dreams." What is your own "American Dream?"

If we can stand, together, against the atrocities commited here in these United States of America. Against the discrimination in all aspects of life, lack of healthcare for America's poor, non-equal pay for equal work, regardless of age or national background, we can win this battle. The result would be equality for every man, woman and child.... regardless of income, national origin, who your mother or father was or is, for that matter who You are.

Be strong, stand up for your legal rights as Americans, after all, we are all citizens of this beautifull country of ours.

We must vote into office the persons that we, collectivly, want to be in them. You won't have a voice if you don't vote. We must also voice our cause as a whole, not as a divided union. We must support those who speak our beliefs, whatever they may be. Support those who will be able to "do something" about it. You, as an individual, may not be able to say much but you can start by voting. We do have a voice. We just need to use it.

I apoligize for all the "bitchyness" of all my last postings. I have no right to bitch, lifes been allright' for me. Seeing how people in the poor regions of this country are treated, seeing those that have lost so much in the "Fight for Freedom". The families of those who served to protect our rights and paid the ultimate price. Those families who will have to care for those individuals who were wounded. Those families who lost so much in these recent national disasters, a lot of them losing everything. Shows me that I have a lot to be gratefull for. I am greatfull for all those at the forefront in the new cival rights movement that will unite us all, eventually. We can help all of "them", the people who need help the most, by voting.

I walked through some shit in my life, cleaned off my shoes, and I ain't gonna walk through the same shit again. But, that was about ME, this is about WE. Lets all do somethin'. "Let's Vote." Who is with me?

(I may have thrown in some old rap lyrics for those hardcore fans. See if you can find them.)

I won't listen to their words...

I won't look at the rocket launch...
Or the trophy wives of the Astronaughts..
And I won't listen to their words...
'cause I like...birds...
EEls(Daisies of the Galaxy)

I personally like... a nice blonde pale ale at times... or any nice girl.. em...beer... birds chirp too damn much....trophy wives... damn birds... Anyways...

I listened to a wide variety of music last night, my brothers and sista's, through all the ridicule and harassment I recieved in my outing certain "phrases" struck out at me. I thought of you, my constituants, and guessed that you may care to know. I have been wrong before but, before I cared, now I could care less. But wait, allow me to explain the demeanor of my posting.

Dark bodies floating in darkness...
No sign of light ever given...
I tried to touch the sun,
but the darkness burnt my eyes...
Fear Factory (Digimortal)

Didn't their mothers teach them not to look directly into the sun?... Again, I shall continue...

Now don't get me wrong, I do indeed care of my cohorts, followers, bretheren, for the lack of better words. I cared less for those who did indeed ridicule me, a fellow of good standing, a "shining star" on the billboard of life, a watcher of all, see-er of more. I could write a series of novels on how less I cared about them, the toliet bowl scum of the universe. They with their spoken flatulence of hate and envy. Yes, dare I say envy, of my "care-less" attitude towards their "jolly ridicule". Let them be, those who hate and dispise me, for they are the "mo fo's", instigators, intimidators, problem makers, playa' hatas'(I ain't even a playa, but I play the hata's like they should be played), golgothans, if ye will, of shite and hatred. Yes, believe it or not hate towards me, a great man, as some of you may know.

The Horsemen are drawing nearer...
They've come to take your life!!!!
Metallica (Kill em All)

Horsemen...drawing nearer...What the Fuck?!?...Metallica Rules!!!

In my quest for the "holy grail", Known to some as the meaning of life, I have came across many "golgothans". The best advice I can give you is to "boycott" them, by boycott I mean ignore. Do not feed their hatred with a reaction. Do not waste your hate on them, rather keep it for youself. Plant it in a garden and watch it grow. My "garden of hate" has grown into quite a large forrest, brothers and sisters, and it seems to get fed new saplings daily. (some more sappy than otha's)

Jesus don't want me for a sunbeam...
Sunbeams are not made like me..

Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the Angels fly.
They go to a lake of fire and fry.

Underneath the bridge,
Top has sprung a leak
and the...
Animals I've trapped,
have all become my pets,
and I'm...
Livin' off of grass,
and the...
Drippins' from the ceiling,
Its Ok to eat fish,
cause they...
Don't have any feelings,
Something in the way,
yeah ...
move...
Nirvana


Kurt Kobain had a way with words. Let's just keep it at that.

"Maybe you should cut some of those damn trees down!!", you may say. But why?? They are now so tall and lovely. There are so many types that I could not bear to bring a chainsaw to nay a one of the trees, much less a sapling that has yet grown to it's full greatness. So thanks, but no thanks.

Dont take any wooden nickels when you sell your soul.
A Devil of a time awaits...
When the parties over...
Your on your own.
EEls (Dasies of the Galaxy)

I don't have any idea how that feels at all...really...none at all.

This may indeed be a larger posting than usual. May not make sense to anyone, but at least it made me laugh while writing it. That is what life is all about, laughter or the lack thereof. If "ya'll" remember anything about me remember this, at least he made me laugh, if not with him then at least at him. Damn I'm laughin' now. I could really care less either way. Laugh on if ya wanna. If you do then I am glad I had a little to do with it. Oh yeah and Fuck da hata's like they should be fucked...

Whatever I say is Wrong................ Whatever You say is Right........................(or...... I don't need ya.)

You think of my name now and you may say....
That motherf#####!?!?!....What's he doin' today....
But, Hey.... man.....
Who are you to judge me????.... I don't judge ya.

Hey... man.... God don't even judge me...

You look the other way now, and then you say...
Man,.... I was wrong......
But Fuck him anyway.....
Thats OK.... I don't need ya.

No shit, they were wrong about me!!!....
but it ain't like I give a Fuck.

You may just be actin' but I don't care....
It's never really polite to stare.
It's not like I ever really cared.
So stare away..... I won't feed ya.

Get all the hate you want...
you get enough...
but you won't get any from me.

But, obviously, you were never polite anyway....
All you seem to say... is the same things everyday...
All you wanna do... is typecast "da crew."
So, just sit there and be an ass....I don't need ya.

I never liked ya punk ass anyway.

cheesemeister

Everyone who views this site will walk away a better person for doing so. Madd props to the cheesemeister, even madder props to her site. (Wait... does that sound right?) One of the few honest, interesting sites on the net.(Honestly, it is pretty interesting.) Could not give a better recomendation. (Maybe I could if I could just figure this bloggin' shit out.) So ya better take a look, or Santa won't bring ya no presents. (If anyone still believes in Santa.) Honestly, I don't believe in Santa, he never really brought me shit anyway. (Santa Claus is a fat bitch, another year and I ain't get shit. ICP) Oh well...Have a Merry whatever, Happy whatever, or whatever etc. Hope all your wishes and dreams come true.

P.S.
I would like to post directly a comment from an Anonomous blogger who used the name
gettingbackatsantaforthebettermentofmankind
Yes that may be quite a long name but I thought it was funny enough to post... so post it I shall!!! Here is the exact posting.....

Santa took my freaking Jack last year, ran into a powerline, knocking out all power to our neighborhood, somehow managed to turn around and sideswipe a busload of senior citizens on the highway. That fat fucker better not land on my roof this year, I'm gonna spray the roof with warm water so it freezes and watch him fall off. I'll take a picture and post it. It should be some funny shit. Drunk fat bastard, that will teach him to shit in my stocking.

Some of you may not share my distaste for the "jolly old fellow". But that fucker shat on me my entire life, damn stupid reindeer shit on the roof. He got stuck in the chimney one year and had the nerve to ask me for "a wee bit of Brandy." To which I replied, Brandy...I broke up with her like last week man, and let me tell ya you don't want none of that tramp. He laughed, and shook the damn chimney completely down, I mean the fat bastard broke the chimney off the house. I ended up givin' him a beer and telling him that my insurance agent would be in contact with him. He gave me a card. I still have it in fact, kind of a trophy of mine, but do you have any idea how many people in the U.S. alone that have legally changed their name to Santa Claus?? Quite a few man...quite a few. I know that fucker will return and when he does....lets just say, I'm ready to do battle with those damn reindeer and his fat ass too. Not to mention the elves, shitty ass toymakers.

Poetry..... For The Masses...Or at least me.

And now a poem.... or lyric verse for the anal retentive.
(from a famous American that all of us knew)
(JIM MORRISON)

To be alone
& watch the dawn
It could create
a silly song
About a girl
I used to know

She was the star
of the lost side show

She wasn't me
She wasn't you
Believe you me
Knew what to do

& say to a man on
the end of his tether
"Hey, fine handsome
Man, there'll be a change
in the weather"

So what am I
Supposed to do
Just sit alone
& chew my shoe
I need a love
No more than she
& yet no less
& no regrets

If you can fill me in
on my Telephone
I'd be a sadder,
wiser son of a gun

I'll just this
about all that
I was the mouse
who caught the cat

I don't intend
To give you no points
of view

I just mean to tell
You--I'm alone