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Tuesday, November 16, 2004

Lease

I feel like I have a new lease on life and I want to to the best I can to fulfill my life's dream. It wasn't a bad dream then, it still isn't. In a complicated world that manufactures bullshit at a dizzying rate, now more than ever people need something to laugh and smile about. Widespread dissatisfaction and frustration among the masses burps and farts as the sheep are lead to slaughter. I'm talking about the "real world", know what I'm saying? FUCK ALL THAT BULLSHIT!! I'm one a one man crusade for truth and beauty in life. Honesty and the courage to call a spade a spade. . . not to his face. . . but you know what I mean.

There is hope, life is good. People are good and corporate america is a matrix of misguided values and layers of bullshit that filter down the food chain, poison thought and edit expression. Glad I traded all that in for a deck of cards, 5 silver dollars and a beaten down audience; jaded with the notion that there is no magic in life and that no one is going to pull one over on them. HA I tell you HA HA, I will fool them into believing that their miserable existence is the illusion and that the real trick is figuring where the joy and happiness is coming from.

Rock On

I feel GREAT!!!

WOW that was a close one! My recent brush with reality almost did me in. Fuck the real world! Oops, sorry. . . evidently your're not allowed (under the new world order) to say that at work. Oh my GOD! I can't tell you what I've been through. . . but I'll bet 80% of of all Americans hate their job and why? I'll tell you why, mind numbing buracracy that sucks the life out of you. I am soooooooo happy to be back in my bubble. Where I belong. Where true appreciation of unique individual characteristics are recognized and honored. Where dreams are born and magic lives.

I know I'm down the wrong road when I say shit like, "I've wasted my life on a dream that doesn't matter"

oh boy. . . give that man a drink and a bong hit quick! Oh no! there they are again, the PCG the potically correct gastapo.

I said it once and I'll say it again. . . a bit louder. . FUCK THE REAL WORLD

Here let me be more specific

FUCK THE IRS
FUCK THE SYSTEM
FUCK THE PRESIDENT right in his tiny texan bung hole.
FUCK MY OLD JOB
FUCK THEM ALL!!!!!!!!

I like rock and roll, put another quater in the juke box baby

First day of the rest of my life. . . again

Well, hello Mr. & Mrs. America and all the ships at sea. New flash, I quit my job after an investigation with alligations against me pertaining to sexual harrassment. Bottom line, they weren't paying me enough to eat my own shit. So what if I told a female employee, "That if she wanted to me continue giving her shifts, she would get off her ass, and do her job". I thought that was my job as a manager. The fact that I said that in front of the janitor who also wan't doing his job, well. . . I shed no tears and have no regrets.

I feel great!!! I have WAY too much talent and vision to be stuck in a job that doesn't meet my needs financially, emotionaly or otherwise.

No more coming home at the end of a long day frustrated that I am burying myself in mind numbing buracracy. Fuck those asswipes. sign off on this purchase order bitch (as I grab my dick).

So, back to square 1. Time to book some holiday gigs.


Sunday, November 14, 2004

Homer Liwag & Chris Kenner

Good night with good friends



It sure was great seeing Chris & Homer. Chris took very good care of us. At last minute he hooked us up with front row center for the Copperfield Show of which he he is the Executive Producer! He treated me to cocktails and sushi after the show and we had a session in Homer's room for a while. All in all a great night of magic and friendship.