To whom it may concern,
A pleasant warm January evening hello to you all. I don't recall it being this pleasant out for quite some time, which, makes me, like every decent human being on the planet, want to go directly to a computer and spout. Welcome to my Text diorama, your my shoebox. In you defense though, they were really expenseive shoes.
How was your day? Hopefully it was well spent enjoying the weather. My sincere hope is that you combined something that you like with this weather. Synthesized it to make it something that you love. I for instance, took my pornography for outdoor viewing. That is liberating. Taking your perversions for a walk.
My day, outside of the mobile porno, was composed of small matters and trivialities that seems to make up everyday lately. I've made some haphazard grasp at the vapors of larger things, but all that seems to come out lately are campaign speeches and allusions to cancelled USA television shows, which isn't exactly what I'd call aggressive life pursuant inner dialogue, but I guess we all have to cope with out little crosses to bare.
This post, reader, is quite unique actually, counter to the above trends. You see, as I sit here clicking and clacking on what might be the worlds most comfortable chair, I do it bathed in a new baptismal light. One that washes you clean. Until you watch porn outside that is. I have completed the heralded Athens bar shuffle. I know, its quite difficult to see the world when your eyes are sagging from cheap booze and you smell of smoked cigarettes. Lay the fuck off then, always on my shit aren't you reader? That happens to be one of the blissful places that I frequent. A water hole has many characteristic that I think have been drilled out of society via modernity. The pursuit of a fit mate, satisfying some of the most intrinsic animal urges, all of these things as far as I'm know, make it a largely self-enlightening endeavor. However, that being said, speaking only for myself here, a lot of times it's difficult to read the Hemingway because of the words. To be more precise, I believe that far too often I can get wrapped up in those urges, (because lets face it, I'm a man of passion) letting too much slip right through my fingers unregistered, unexpressed. Which always makes my hangovers that much more intense. That there I was, feasting on existence, and I missed it because all I could do was keep having meade. Due in large part to my own weakness. Catch 22. Andrew Simmons, it would seem, is Andrew Simmons' worst enemy. Much to my own surprise. I thought it was the USA network.
That isn't to say that last night wasn't fun. IT is not to say that, whoa no. Not by any stretch of the imagination. I believe it was my friend Austin whom had the most illuminating quote and If I remember it went something like this...
" Andrew,really, Why do we ever do anything else?"
Unaware to the brilliance of this question, (note: not because he was unaware of the depth of the question but moreso because he was suffering from a quite pervasive bout of pass-outs) he wandered off, leaving me to sit in the quandary that he left wrapped under my half drunk boozemas tree. The answer of course is all to easy, without work there is no need to play, if play were the norm it would become "work," on a long enough time scale perhaps. Although, I'd like to believe that if there was no economic advantage in working or schooling and every endeavors drive was sole passion, that there would be a lot more carpenters.
That I guess is the conclusion if tonight's post. It was a fun trip, somewhat forced, but I guess that's a pretty accurate snapshot of where I am. Let's take a look at your inward pictures, I bet you water down your whiskey too. So don't ask me to pour it more stiffly.
May the wind always be at you back. I wish you all a small skill, which might seem minute but if it was within my power to bestow it I would, only because,as we all know, it is the threads that weave the blankets. I wish you the ability, to say something that means something. Pierce an issue. Be a consumer. Fuck USA today.
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