Saturday, March 05, 2005

Geb mir keine Lüge. Ich bin ein einsamer Typ in der Mitte einer grossen Stadt. Ich hab so viel Wut, ich weiss gar nict was ich damit tun soll. Es ist nicht nur Democrat-Republican. Das ist nur die Richtung meine Ärger aur Zeit fliesst. Ich die ganz grosse Welt erobern, aber ein Harvard oder Yale-Absolvent hat es schone gemacht. Oder...???

Mein Vater, auf jeden Fall ein grosser Mensch, hat den grössten Erfolg vorstellbar geschafft, and der war nur ein kliener jüdischer Jung in einem kleinen Teil der grossen Welt. Trotzdem hat er ein grossen Ort gefunden, wo er wichtig war. Ist es so schlimm das ich etwas besser will. Ja, es ist, weil nicht alle die gleichen Träume erleben können. GAAAAGGGAGAGGGAG

Goooooood, don't they stop talking, ever. They should sleep, give each other a small break, wish the other well, clashes of unarmed citadels of anti-intellectualism, one would think, would lead to Someone giving up... No they. go the fuck on, aiming for semi-celebrity, and what is all that, the joy of just visiting???? Put some actual effort into your life. You know what separates you and Atrios??? He works his ass off. The problem is that it only shows up a few times a day. People. go fall in love....I'm in loveright now, and it may be the only time in my life I actually attempt to write. Talentless though I protointelectual I might be, I'm guided by something.

Tragic, I look at men and women who can write well, superheroically even, and many of them are very sad. many of the best kill themselves even, which leads me to believe that the remaining aren't so happy but haven't gone that far. Your problem is you don't have a soundtrack or a set of rolling papers. Or not. That's all I have now, so I wanna make you jealous.

AHHHHHHHHH, angry indifference. I'm going to lay my head down drunk, be a false prophet, and hope that no one reads this.

Don't wake me.