"Did you dial 9?"

I've been listening to a lot of stand-up comedy lately. It's kind of the only thing that is making me smile right now. But it also inspires me to write more. Whether it's hearing something and thinking, "Well, I'm much better than that, and I don't have a Comedy Central Special," or "Wow, that was amazing. I'm gonna steal that." Or whatever. So I've been writing a lot of different things. Because I'm inspired by virtually everything, I think that that is going to be my style. One liner jokes, stories, funny observations, angry ramblings, the lot. That way you appeal to everyone, and when you appeal to everyone, it's more... money.

I will perform some of it soon at a place where people can do that. Then I'll be rich and famous. Overnight. Yep, just like how it happens to everyone else.

In Between Bottom & Hell with a Garden Trowel

I can't help but feel like I'm dying, or dead rather. There's nothing for me here. I'm just waiting for the flesh to decay, wasting away in this empty and depressing box. And instead of just letting the earth consume me, I have to express what little I am still able to feel in an alternative way.

Going to Chicago

You and I, we’ve got aspirations
And a windy city invitation
What’s keeping us here, what’s there to offer
But emotional dead ends and homes that falter

Let’s go together, let’s flee this city
Let’s make our way out of mediocrity
Let’s do it right now, let’s make our stand
Out to the unknown, hearts in each other’s hands

What will happen if we drift apart
Who will have a better brand new start
When will we ever see each other again
Why dwell on what has not yet been

Let’s go together, let’s flee this city
Let’s make our way out of mediocrity
Let’s do it right now, let’s make our stand
Out to the unknown, hearts in each other’s hands