Losing My Way

A little girl came up to me while I was on the computer and gave me a tiny flower. I was quite pleased. It was a little yellow flower, a little bigger than a nickel, but she was so pleased to let me have it. There might be hope for the world after all.

I was being picked on at the library today. Anyone reading this should take out the world's smallest violin to mark my plight, but the man who lodged his complaint I noticed earlier said nothing to a man sleeping in the library, which is not supposed to be allowed, and which I have been called on numerous times in the past. This just in: he finally woke the man up. About time...guilty white liberal finally does his job. I have no problem with someone with authority being a jerk, but that should be spread out evenly, not allowing for any favorite treatment for anyone, even victims of past injustice.

To guarantee a better world, I have to attain a high level of success. The fact is if I continue to suffer as I have THE EARTH IS DOOMED. Blame the system. Leibniz postulated that this is the best of all possible worlds, but like Voltaire, I disagree. What would make this the best of all possible worlds would be the new game show I just thought of this morning, called 'Soul Crushing Depression Time.' Win $10,000,000, which will turn out to be impossible, invariably leading to SOUL CRUSHING DEPRESSION! But there will be lovely parting gifts for all contestants. Another idea that the world doesn't know it's been waiting for is a new hero for our age, DRAMA QUEEN! At first, I thought it would make a good weekly television show, but I'm afraid the joke couldn't sustain itself over an extended period, so it might be better as a movie. And when the movie becomes a box-office smash, if someone wants to give me an obscene amount of money and run it into the ground,

The world needs me more than I need it/ That's why there's no place where I fit/ except on top looking down/

Over the last few months, I didn't have sex at all. A couple of days ago, I masturbated, and it felt so good. I fantasized about a man having his way with me, like I am doing now. In my fantasy, when I leave the library, I say hello to a man passing by, and he takes a shine to me, RIGHT AWAY!!! At first, I'm a bit shy, but he gets close and I'm too submissive to move away. He starts rubbing my back and then grabs my ass, and we kiss, RIGHT ON THE STREET!!! Inside, that makes me nervous, but he's so sure of himself that I go along and it seems like the kiss will never end as he pulls my shirt out and rubs my chest, then pulls me close enough THAT OUR COCKS RUB TOGETHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tHE KISS ENDS, BUT OUR COCKS KEEP RUBBING, and he looks me in the eye and he knows I am his TO DO WHATEVER HE WANTS!!!!! iT'S SO NICE TO HAVE MY SEX DRIVE BACK! "Let's get some coffee," he says, and we take a booth, sitting right next to each other. His arm goes around

As the world keeps getting better, danger increases. The great leap in prosperity will go on, along with an increase in population. If the Earth was a pencil, it would be in two giant hands, in the moment before it snaps in two. What disaster would unfold I can not predict, but still, perhaps a cataclysm would be for the best.

I propose that remembering is the worst thing a human being can do. I will grant that it is useful when it comes to changing a light bulb or learning a musical instrument, but overall, the problems of today are caused by the pernicious craft known as history. I propose that we human beings forget everything that has happened, for all it does is give people a reason to hate each other, as if there aren't enough reasons to hate each other. The constant rehashing of past events does us no good: isn't it bad enough to know that people are the worst thing on the planet, without a thorough examination of the fact that we used to be much worse? Is information overload good for us?

The liberals who tinker with the American economy in search of an unattainable perfection should be reminded of Lao Tzu's adage that 'he who does nothing does best'. Some regulation might be called for, but the incessant meddling with the dictates of the market and the call for more taxation is a fool's game, that will only lead to less prosperity, not the elusive equity that is the chimera that liberals wish to catch. Someone should teach them about the art of persuasion, which means less moralizing combined with clumsy coercion. People react better when not hectored by humorless psedointellectuals or sanctimonious hypocrites: these two groups have too much influence, and they both are the biggest threat to the American way of life today. Cooking the Golden Goose will feed some, only to see the hunger return at a greater level, with nothing to satiate it.

Soon we shall all be dead hurrah hurrah Soon we shall all be dead hurrah hurrah hurrah And those who dispose of our bones will hurry back to their tidy homes to talk to old friends on the phone and not feel so alone Someone will always survive hurrah hurrah Someone will always survive hurrah hurrah hurrah

The wiseman claimed he could reveal more wisdom in 5 minutes of writing than all the other sages in the world combined. His assistant chuckled. "Don't you believe me?" the wiseman asked. "Of course I do. You'll just stand there for 5 minutes not making a noise after the other sages have dulled the senses of the audience with their inane discourse." "Don't forget the gestures I make for emphasis." "How could I? That's the best part."

'Hum a little tune in the monster's ear. Make him feel there is nothing to fear. Don't let him suspect that we are bigger monsters than he.' So the girl hummed like Daddy told her to, and the monster was quite pleased. He feasted on her Daddy, then said, 'How about something in D?'

Only Thomas Pynchon would write a 477 page and end it with two unsolved murders. I realize the plot is never the point for him, but readers do expect to see crimes solved. In Pynchon's defense, he probably saved 150 pages by just leaving the dead bodies lying there, and he did imply that the 2nd victim killed the first, but still... To me, the murders were just things that happened, and his main character wasn't someone in a position to solve those crimes, since the bloodshed seemed to be orchestrated by official sources, and Maxi was just a lady who investigated minor fraud cases, not the major fraud that the government specializes in.

I had a good set at Gingko's tonight. It's so good to have my voice back.