Hall of the Monkey King

i just found my cd for sale on amazon . that is unfathomable that it is selling for that much. i could make a killing!!

what is the word that defines the ability to pick up on others emotions? is it 'empathy'? 'Sensitivity'? whatever it is, i need to get rid of it. i need to chuck that and 'conscience' right out the window. while i'm assessing my intangibles i might as well amp up my psychic abilities. because, although being aware that someone is upset with you and distancing themselves and not understanding why is the shit, i am totally lying to you. i have somehow, inexplicably, accumulated a substantial amount of syllables in one sentence. also, i have gathered around me a large number of people who's behaviors confound me. that two of them are ex-girlfriend's who have a great capacity to consistently tell me something and act accordingly, and by accordingly i mean just the opposite, must say something about me. i'm sure if i kept in touch with a couple others they might also be doing the exact same thing. am i drawn to this kind of bullshit? am i my own anti

An odd concoction. Sometimes I knock back a couple of shots. Sometimes it's the other way around. It says something about me that most of my good memories are tinged with sharp edges or that if I stay too long it begins to taste bitter. Not necessarily something pleasant or a proud picture of myself but there you have it, a piece. Of the short term variety I have none. The rest that stick around I use for entertainment, to create and forge my identity. They usually don't come empty-handed. For an example, there is a particular smell that comes upon me and I will always stop what I am doing to let it linger. I wonder in those moments if it is an actual smell that I came across that was the same or the memory of the original. She brings a smile with her, but of the sharp or bitter variety, she is the latter. I am going to present to you two memories of a similar nature. With them I will demonstrate something. It's just that I don't know what it is yet. So bear with me

i think i ate so much i gave myself a headache.

Due to some hardware issues, my computer may shut itself off any minute now so I will give you a few keywords to sum up this past week. Feel free to tie them all together in any way you see fit. One short arm, large quantities of fried chicken, clown porn, chicken and rice guy, family guy, traffic, meetings upon meetings, ramen spices, 39 cent stamps, stupid spacebar, glorius 3D. please, discuss this amongst yourselves. sooner or later I'm going to have to find the parts I need to fix this here computer.

There are bills to be paid and you're just the one to do them for me. Right? Right? Hey where are you going?

RIP Mr Vonnegut

I just woke from a dream. I was running across oddly shaped rooftops made of colorful plastics and metals, but it was getting dark so I barely noticed them. It seems I was in some sort of race though the object didn't seem to be to win. I remember coming to one of the last rooftops and pausing. It seemed slightly dangerous and it sloped rather sharply. The surface of the roof looked something like shoots (not the bamboo variety but the "...and ladders" type. At the end of this slide was a large tree. In front of the tree stood a very pretty girl that signaled for me to come ahead as she would help keep me from hurting myself. So I took her to her non-vocalized word and realized I was a sucker as she stepped aside at the last minute allowing me to slam heartily ballwards into the tree. I remember that I felt disheartened and slightly ashamed. Distancing myself from everyone, with a select group of people I wandered off. Here I remember trying to seek approval fr

And to begin with, I will give the requisite gripe about work that, let's face it, those of you who have good jobs use to reaffirm this fact. Because, really, how can you honestly compare your job to one that has a tv show dedicated to it or has been circulated through e-mail ad nauseam (ie. a job where you run the risk of having a jelly fish sucked through a tube into the crack of your ass.) My job is a soulless lifeless job. This attracts a certain type of person. And they have, in all their stereotypical goodness, landed into the cubicles surrounding me. We will return to this momentarily. For now I am here to tell you that this post contains a purpose. And this purpose is what gives life to this paragraph. I need help. On several matters. So, if you kind folk could see it in your hearts to lend a hand I would be eternally grateful. And by eternally, I mean until you've forgotten about it. I have a passion for the arts. Specifically music, but I have at the very lea

pp ?? Whoa, I just magically turned all of my words into 2 p's. weird. Hell hath no fury like the IRS scorned. What I mean is this, the IRS is like a little financial parasite. Only not so little. STOP TAKING MY MONEYS LIKE I HAVE SOME!!!! Apparently, due to an oversight I owe a vast sum of money. By vast I mean more than pocket change and less than my potential lottery winnings. So one of these days I mean to post some photos of the various 'gifts' I've been gifted throughout the years. There are some gems in here and you will all be so jealous. This year I got me a nice bone and bamboo mahjong set. Love me some mahjong! Anyone wanna come over and play? I'll be glad to teach ya. For the passing of one year to the next I celebrated by having my cranium disintegrated and alternating between freezing and sweating. It was a good time had by all. Thanks to those of you who stopped by and wished me happiness. I will be visiting you all shortly. I am always am