Ah…. 9/11… Fuck.

Hello again folks, you know, as much as I want to et past this freaky deaky writers block thing… I can’t. and not because 9/11 popping up tomorrow. It’s simply because my mind really just is not in the right frame of mind at the moment. I don’t know what it is… I keep trying to make the story into something its not. You know, give it meaning? When of course, there isn’t really supposed to be any meaning attached to it… I just feel all.. blah…

You know that feeling you get whenever you hit a wall? Well it seems like I’m at the point. I mean, I was in the shower this afternoon trying to figure out which route I should take with it. Should it be that Morgan’s actually in a coma while all this is going down? Am I trying to turn this into something that might have an impact on societies crack heads? 

NAY I SAY TO THEE!

It’s fucking ridiculous is what it is. I mean, I have these massive projects I’m writing by myself, and anytime I try to bring in writers, they get pissy and scared of the monster.

Rawr.
Bitches.
Lmao.

More than that is the simple fact that my minds not really working the way its supposed to. Like it ever has to begin with. I guess what’s keeping me from getting my work done right is just stress. I dont know why this is, but apparently, it happens to people.

A lot.
More than I truly know. You know what, just out of curiousity, I’m going to see what the ol Hauptman’s been up to. I don’t think its much to be honest.

Wow… I cannot find a single trace of his web page. Let’s try Myspace. Nope, nothing. I would’ve expected Brian to at least gloat or what not. but then again, I don’t expect much… Ah well. Geez, what else is bugging me? A lot actually. Rather then whine away the hours like a military lap dog, (literally), I shall simply bid it Adu…. and go with that.

Also… i really need to get back in shape. I’m starting to develope “love knockers”… not boobs… Just that little side of flub in my sides. “love knockers”… lmao!

Oh yeah, duh… 9/11 is coming up. I can’t believe I almost forgot about that.

Where were you all when the towers went down?

Myself, I was getting ready for highschool, and I was going to wear my duster I got from Australia the year before, when I heard the news. I looked at the TV we had in the living to see all these people just freaking the Hell out, but I didn’t get it. I just saw the tip of the ice berg. Later that day, I came home wanting to watch the toons for that day. I couldn’t because people were still talking bout the event, and they showed footage of Tower One going down, then Tower two, and finally of a single person jumping out the window.

I remember ealier that day in English class feeling like the wind had been knocked out of me, like thousands of voices were screaming in my mind, wanting to know why this had happened to them, like the way things were wasn’t good enough. It was the worst feeling I ever had. Our teachers that day let us out a hour earlier than usual. But, no matter how I sliced it, or anyone sliced it, we couldn’t have understood why these people did something like this.

Thats when I started to dislike President Bush. That’s when all these stupid theories about him being linked to the event, to the deaths of over three thousand people, of red tape slapping the american public across the face like some step child who simply wanted to know the truth started to pop up.

Why us? What did we do so wrong that people from across the ocean decided to kill not, only themselves, but innocents too. I don’t pretend like I’m blind to the evils of others or of myself.

I don’t blink anymore whenever I hear the words ‘Suicide’ and ‘Bomber’ strung together in the same sentence.
I dont cower in fear in the face of possible harm because I’m not a coward.
I choose not to show emotion and wear a plastic smile just to piss those people, those fucking ignorant jack asses who think they can win by fear or threats of death, right the fuck off.

But I digress, alot has happened since that day. And I’m finding myself more and more burnt out from these constant reports of death and destruction over seas, on the homefront, or of a family member getting a disease that isn’t curable. I’m getting burnt out from the reports of the school shootings where people that simply got pushed aside or teased like Hell, or just had some fucking chips on their shoulder couldn’t take it.

Folks, I’m simply getting burnt up, down, in and out over any stupid thing now a days. What was it that we had that made them think to do this?

Did they not like the fact we ate ham, that women had the right to speak their minds and not get slammed in the face with a rock for it?
Did they not like our starbucks waiting lines, or our happiness?

Who, I ask, gave them permission to take away what wasn’t theirs? No one. And now we’re tazing them in the face with a chainsaw for what they’ve done. We’ve neutered them in such an epic way, that the only way they can make themselves feel important is by showing us a dead guy’s tapes. A fucking dead guy with a failed heart and mind, who’s so up his own ass that if ever there was a moment in time where he deserved to be locked in the stockades, and have every red and blue blooded American line up and force a cactus filled with fire ants, down his throat, would be this time.

You know what? The terrorshits think they’ve won because they offed a few thousand of our people. 

Lol… stupid fuckers. Let’s have them ask Japan.

Well, I’ve got to get this edited and sent. God bless you folks.

God bless America.

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