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i just jumped up from my couch and made this out of pure need to express all the righteous hate i accumulated in my body after watching the vice president debates. I've never felt this way before. Not about Bush.. at least not enough to get excited enough to think that Buck Fush signs were really cool and genius. And now I've resorted to an equally really shitty basic angsty genre of expression, to empty all the feelings i got after her 'shoutoutz to all the third graders in Glendale (or where ever)' and her.. ' Well i think ending the war is just a white flag of surrender.' ...' we have to stay till we win.' whatever i hate her. and you know what.. she's from Alaska.


also I have this theory that when your really upset or are experiencing super complex emotions that you cant even articulate.. the only thing that makes sense to you (or to me) is:

1) radio music (top 10... 80's power ballads.. R Kelly)
2) angst!!!
3) cheesy horrible inspirational literature in large print with amazing cover art
4) beer
5) whining
6) Anderson cooper (is he gay?.... i love him)



So check out my current reading material. I wanted to write something for a while about..


Finding objects.. that.. answer .. aesthetic questions.. for you.


yeah.
Whatever all I know is i went to the book store the other day and found this book and fell in love with the cover art.
It was some sort of visual answer for me that I cant quite articulate..
and yeah, it is in large print, and super angsty, but its getting more and more inspirational with every page. Everything about it rules. When i feel overwhelmed I go in my garage.. chain drink.. listen to bag pipe music.. and read this book.

wow, this feels like a real blog now, because im sharing my coping methods.

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also.. I actually bought a reallllly good book that I highly recommend. I can only handle a page day because its really good. It's been like that lately. I'll ponder one sentence for days, as if its the most profound thing I've ever heard.


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Like.. "Artist's are the hero's of imagination"..

yeah pondering that one for about four days now. From a book called, The Middle Mind.

Ok, thanks for letting me share my true feelings. Im gonna go finish the rest off at a bar called Henry's with my best friend and a really awesome cynical Florida leftover that also hates palin and i love him. Toyota Celica. love.