Tuesday, October 09, 2007
 the devil has been working overtime on me
first he says no way will anything work out, job, car, health, money, chicks, radio, books, weather, rent, tv, blogstock, christmas, super bowl, work, europe, russia, kgb
then when things start rolling he says no way will any of those things last.
i could barely watch the cubs in the playoffs cuz i knew they would lose. so what. theyre the fucking cubs, enjoy it. its the cubs.
i could barely watch the bears last night on national tv totally steal the game away from the golden boy on the tundra. yet that was probably the best game theyve played in two years.
and this girl tonight went down on me and usually its the thought that counts, well the devil had me wondering "what the fuck is this ho thinking about - pork ribs?"
the schween can send out s-o-s messages faster than any part of the body. you dont even know whats going on and theres recoiling and hands moving and feelings hurt and none of it matters because bro is unpleased
devil has me thinking that everythings wrong. and maybe a little of its wrong but deep down nothings wrong.
you want something to cry about i'll give you something to cry about is what the good angel should have been saying to me the last few weeks but i swear to you the good angel was nowhere near my address.
and i told you it was happening. and i told you before it happened.
being from the midwest everyone always knew when a storm was coming. in LA you can have shitty skies that would normally mean tornado orgy in chicago but here might not even mean a drizzle for even a second. but i knew the devil had knocked in the door and i knew he was making himself comfortable because i have one mood - mell-o and the more fucked up shit gets the more mellow i get.
if the temperature gage of emotions gets anywhere outside the mellow range all bets are off. and if you dont believe in superheroes or dr jekyl and how they can switch from being mild mannered to the hulk then you bettr axe somebody
 and someone said well just dont do that any more. and i was all. i cant promise that, how about dont do what you did. and they were all i have to be able to be able to do that. and i was all man this is gonna be a long night.
because the only way to fix it is to not care. because thats the root of being mellow, not giving a fuck. clearly getting uptight is giving too much of a fuck and there should be some middle ground there, some balance, some leeway, but
should
is such a beautiful dream.
can you imagine if should came true. no way would i be blogging at 304am with a chinese girl snoring in her clothes in my bed. if shoulds came true id be so married id have so many kids and id probably be teaching this chick in college wondering what her panties look like, not knowing first hand that her favorite ahnold movie is Commando, so to speak.
so thank god that some shoulds never came true cuz id have a mortgage and a pair of car notes and the quality of my weed would be substantially lacking.
but the devil rattles on not because he believes it but because its his job. plus hes miserable so he tries to take everyone down with him. my whole life is about helping people up. to the good place. to discover the rock within.
so if i tell you that the devil is inside of me temporarily. and if you hear words coming out of me that sound like hi im the devil let me escort you down in to the pits of all things evil. odds are im probably possessed. particularly if most of the time im saying things like, no your ass looks great in that. look at the judges in my pants. thumbs up. no really.
anyways miss china needs to be driven home which is why she put her clothes back on. and if the devil was inside me tonight hed say all the things he probably says to all of you like, because she doesnt really like you, because shes ashamed of you, because youre just a bootycall, because your house is a pit, because her gf will find out, because shes just not that into you etc etc etc
when the truth is its because she doesnt want you to know how freaky she gets in the wee hours.
and in the morn.
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