Communicate not Enumerate

“I'd like to help you in your struggle to be free. There must be 50 ways to leave your lover,” according to Paul Simon.

For me to be free, I need to express myself, on a physical, emotional and spiritual level. My only form of physical express nowadays is my appearance (both me and my website). For emotional and spiritual expression, I am limited to my words (both written and spoken).

I had something else to say, but not today.

Instead, I'll leave you with another set of lyrics.

“All that I wanted, were things I had before
All that I needed, I've never needed more
All of my questions, are answers to my sins
All of my ending, are waiting to begin” - Slipknot, Circle

M.J., I'm Here to Help

Because the Neverland Ranch will bring so many bad memories to M.J., I decided to help him out. I plan on buying the ranch from him, but I am going to change a few of the rules.

Rule 1: Only girls age 18 – 24 are allowed
Rule 2: Everyone gets the 'J' juice
Rule 3: Only girls age 18 – 24 are allowed
Rule 4: I WILL sleep with each and every one of them
Rule 5: Did I mention the girls are over 18?

And the Fortune Cookie Says...

I went to this Japanese place for dinner with a girl (really) and it seems our fortune cookies got mixed up.

Me, loud, emotional, completely obtrusive, with an abrasive personality received this fortune: “ You have a quiet and unobtrusive nature.”

Her, the (I'm not going to say it) received this fortune, “ Your emotional nature is strong & sensitive.”

It's Human Nature

I'm not here to apologize. I am me. I'm not sorry.

All is quite in Regisville – an unusual turn of events.
There is no one to watch over me.
No one to guide me.
No one to prepare me for the next step.

Not that I need that, or even desire that.
The silence is golden.
All that glitters ain't gold.

The grass is green.
The sun is shining.
In the sun I feel as one.

Telling the truth can inflict pain.
Telling lies can inflict pain.
Only the one that inflicts pain can take it away.

I can't even tell if I am truthful, not anymore.
I'm being punished for telling my desires, my hopes, my dreams.
I'm not even sure if they are my desires, my hopes, or my dreams.
Maybe they are someone else's.
Maybe it's just what you wanted to hear.
Maybe it's just what I wanted to hear.
Maybe it's just what I wanted you to hear.

People are one dimensional.
There are no souls.
No connection to anything.

Each day I see...
Each day I hear...
Each day I feel...

And for that, I am sorry.