it would make sense

it would make sense if...

[we interrupt this segment, to say that it might profit from making an album with a band, whose debut album and band name was the opposite of another band name and debut album. it would be an interesting twist to the music industry. and of course launch it online. so much i'd like to do but just need parent's support, financially]

yes, it would make sense if...

to insert an introduction to one's article.

to whom it may concern (myself primarily),
let us focus on the matter of sense, and whether or not anything warrants it. it would make sense if people wouldn't kill each other in the middle east due to a religion or worldview. granted much fighting has been called by this country (the US) but still a lot of killing is done. it would make sense if this were to end. and yet it would make sense for it to continue, to go on. for someone has to die either way. someone's always dying. the US erecting a 20 ft. high fence across 2,000 miles of border. follow the laws. of the world. they're the only legal jurisdiction there is, and it's the only words that can truly hurt you. by sitting your ass in jail. intentionally. the death penalty is a hell of a threat. but it needs to be told to the people who risk killing somebody. billboards. no we gotta do more than billboards. a whole national campaign; an international campaign, to show the dangers of committing murder. maybe the rate would go down; maybe the cost of living would go up; but ideally, people would become smarter, and smartness yields, well, not the same conclusion every time. different people yield different results. it's a race for cultural supremacy. choych this blows. peace.

woke up dreaming

woke up dreaming, i was gonna die...

no i didn't, i actually woke up dreaming i'd just fallen 30 feet from a kite (which somehow held my weight) pulled by a dog (what?) ridden by chrissy (hold up) after she took a turn too wide and got trampled by some horses. makes absolutely no sense. what does make sense is that the soundtrack to my descent, landing and subsequent sitting up and examining of my injuries was "ooh whatcha saaaaaaay, ohhwhahaeahhhhha did she saaayyyaay/ooh whathca ssaaaaayy" the song by imogen heap, hide and seek it turns out to be. makes sense after the snl skit i suppose.

went for a walk today, testing my knees, i can still jump and climb a bit, but i am anxious to get to a city compatible w/ free-running instead of nearly-free-walking.

watching blow and my golly johnny depp cracks me up just the facial expressions and everything, one of the best. peace.

but first

first, WHAT THE FUCK???

ok, I've just talked to 3 different offices and people:
prosecution office of wabash, indiana
probation office of wabash, indiana
jpmorgan chase credit card

and at all three fucking places, the women telephone answerers were snippy with me. my question is, WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR JOB, BITCH? isn't it to answer phones, make appointments, suck a dick from time to time? oh wait, no, if you'd sucked a dick you wouldn't be answering fucking phones you stupid cunts.

i know that sounds harsh, but when I call someplace with a few measly questions, don't act like your time is so important that I'm disrupting the fucking state of the union address or something. I understand "days of our lives" is on and you're trying watching it online and you're on your period, but shape up and be polite, courteous, and answer my fucking questions like it was the best damn thing you could be doing at that moment.

then again, I'm not the one stuck doing that shit, so maybe it really is that bad.