spewing shit out of your fingertips is hard work

i suppose it is the duty of all bloggers to eventually (or periodically) write the golden standby of all trash: the i don't really have anything to say bullshit.

but you know what, i don't really have anything to say. the truth is that i often have a hard time writing any shit, as i don't buy it for a fucking second. i mean fuck, i am sitting here writing this crap as i watch a rerun of friday night fights. great shit, by the way.

but i mean, i am not even taking the time to look down from time to time and see what the fuck i am spewing out all over the relatively pure world of the internet -- compared to the very fucked up world in my head.

i look at the shit that other muthafuckas are putting out there. people seem to think they really do know what they are talking about. i mean, who the fuck do they think they are? i think that one of the basic understandings off all philosophy is to accept that you are little more than one of those tiny flys that linger around hamster shit.

i can't get into the news at all right now. i am so confused about who really gives a fuck if they let some vegatable bitch die in some place far the fuck away from me. everyone know's this bitch's name, and she hasn't even had the decency to die yet. what is the world coming to?

and i know that i can go out and see what every fucking moron on this planet thinks about this bitch, her family or just fucking the youth in asia ... or what ever the fuck you call it when you just put a bitch out of her misery. and the worst part? these fucking morons are being taken seriously.

oh man ... how did i ever wonder what would possess a country to elect a bush to the oval office, not once, not twice, but three muthafuckin' times. i must be the stupid one. after all, it's my dumb ass that is sitting here complaining. at least they are happy.

my anger is boiling. i am fed up with the world. i feel betrayed. i feel disapointed. i feel like i should have never come back here -- not to sacramento, but to THIS. and fuck you if you don't get it. of course, i am back to shed some of this anger ... but i fear that is still a ways on the horizon.

either way, it is clear that i don't have anything interesting to say. and even more clear that i am one of the before mentioned morons that actually thinks he has a fucking clue. so ... yeah.