- Buh-jee-zus is it just me or is it haling in Arizona?

- Minimum wage can be awful. I wouldn’t know though.

- I have not had hair this soft in perhaps, ever. That would be just a guess, perhaps.

- I need a t-shirt that says “You are my next picasso.” Why? Just because.

- It is funny how a hand full of tattoos on a certain guy can be so extremely attractive it makes one forget to even use his/her brain. Tis’ personal experience.

- I have decided to visit Norway at some point in my life. There is no certain reason.
Except maybe for the pudding. They have pudding in Norway?

- I must not give in.

- So math is the calculation of numbers all together, apart, next to each other, up and down and all
around? Then can letters be numbers? And if so, can you calculate A + B + C = Alphabet? Which
further equals eight divided by three? Or maybe eight times three? Which is twenty-four. Only two
letters off and it would be as many letters as there are in the alphabet. I now doubt X and Z as letters.
Damn you, X and Z.
Damn you.

- My ipod’s official name is “Funky Boob Monkey.” Now that is a name right there.

-”The world I know, is a world much too slow” is something I always sing about especially on my
way home.

- I think Paul Coelho found some ancient book of mayan stories, transformed it, and uses it every now and then for inspiration. But thats just me.

- Will somebody please define what acid jazz means? Perhaps I am asking the wrong crowd. Perhaps,
I am wrong and they are right. Lil Wayne rocks socks? Maybe not…

- Sarcasm and Irony have always worked as a great hollywood couple for me.

- I always enjoy piano on Mondays. This is a complete lie. I do not have the luxury of enjoying piano
every monday. Possibly getting a job may remedy this, that or a musician as a husband. Both of the two are highly unlikely.

- Dasani is product of the Coca-Cola Company. Sometimes I feel like Coca-Cola even makes my
 underwear. Must they own quite everything? Its spiteful.

- By the time a one world government is created, I will have at least discovered how many licks it truly does take to get to the creamy filling.

- Mud. Mud is great. Mud is awesome.

- If you’re going to have sexual intercourse in the library, be sure do it in the fiction section. It is
more realistic? Or not.

- Being chubby has its advantages. I just haven’t found them yet.

- Doopie Doo I sing all day. Doopie doop. Doop Doop Doop.
Yes. One sometimes finds the need to doop doop doop continuously.  

- Doop freaking doop.

Till next time, my onion bottoms.

Oh really? Wait while I ponder this a moment.

Just one moment.

To continue a certain subject that has been haunting me for a while, like a little voice in the back of my mind, I was asked what I want do in life, I suppose everybody gets asked this by someone at some point in their lives, and I can bet all the money I do not have that 90% of the people do not know, and that the other 10% think they do and will never end up doing it.

I have been very passionate about a couple things in my life, since the second grade I wrote in the daily journal that I want to be an actress.

As a 10 year old I was obsessed with being a lawyer, or perhaps a detective. The past couple of years have introduced me to a different passion, the human mind, writing, art.

Most people would say that means I am an interesting person, some might even declare me strange, and as usual, I will disagree with the masses and go with the simple few that declare me strange.

Even I would declare myself strange, and although I like to seem as if everyone likes me, I have major problems with people in general, and to be even more sincere, I have major problems with everything, in general, of course.

I analize things alot, I am somewhat of a perfectionist, who tends to be very lazy, and most of the time completely deviates from the subject, and not to completely contradict myself, but who the hell do we think we are?

Who the hell do I think I am?

I actually considered sitting down in a room with a person across me and telling them they are insane,crazy, or any other synonym to go with the diag-nonsense.

Who am I to tell somebody that they do not think right? Who I am to say that they should take this and that pill to be normal?

Are we all just completely insane or is this just me and my over-analyzing mind?

How dare we say that one person can be more sane than another. Are we all not just a planet filled with utterly senseless people? One more lost than the other?

Then this thought comes to mind:

“What if we are all crazy, just that some of us hide it better than others.”

Tell me that when you are enraged you could not simply kill someone, tell me this, and I will not believe it.

Never in a million years.

Because, you see, you could kill someone. Your control stops you, and depending on how much control you have, you remain calm, or you go on a killing spree.

Is it possible that the people who do not have control are the most sincere people on this planet?

Look around you and dare to tell me that everyone is not hiding behind some fluffed up mask. Dare to.

Just dare to.

I can think of ten people off the bat that are lost in their hopeless facades, never to really show their true face to anyone, forever considering themselves well controlled human beings.

To further fall into the rabbit whole, I will run the risk of declaring that the study of the human mind is possibly the most dangerous job a person could choose.

Imagine having a patient, who thinks that by cutting every piece of flesh off a person, he/she frees the persons soul of sin. Imagine going to bed at night and wondering if your so-called patient will wake you up in the middle of the night to show you his/her theory, hands-on.

What is the worlds biggest fear today?

Terrorism, yes? Nuclear War, yes? Biological War, yes?

And do not mind if I ask you, who thought of all these things that we fear the most?

Did god send them to us in a heart-shaped box? I suppose not.

I am quite content to say, that WE did create all of them.

Terrorism, Nuclear War, Biological War, everything, all us.

From the moment that Homo Habilis ate his neighbor to be able to see the light of the sun the following morning, and up until the moment when some sick prick figured out how to blow to smithereens a city in a matter of seconds, we were pure, perhaps even normal.

And now we have the courage to sit down in a leather chair that probably cost $1000, and tell someone that they are completely out of their mind?

Man is quite possibly the most complicated machine to have ever existed, and the fact that I and many other people would like to take apart its very control center makes us what?

Special? Or simply disturbed?

Alot of people say that to be able to understand crazy people, you have to be a bit crazy yourself.

Whoever said this had no logic whatsoever, imagine you have two oranges in front of you. I ask you the next question:

Which orange is more orange?

Referring to the color.

Person #1 says that the orange on the right is more orange.

Person #2 says that the orange on the left is more orange.

And person #3 says that he sees no orange, that both are apples.

Whom do we believe? Do our indoctrinated minds tell us that person #3 should be eliminated immediately?

Most likely it is our first instinct, because person #1 and #2 have something in common, person #3 is completely off subject.

Well, guess what, there were no oranges, both were apples.

Person #1 and #2 are pacients in a psychic ward in North Dakota.

So who are the crazy ones?

Us?

Because we already have an instinct that is developed completely upside down?

Or perhaps the two patients, because they do not have this instinct in them?

You tell me.

You are the human, the smart one, the rational one, the well-controlled one.

You ask what I want to do with my life?

Doctor or Patient, you take your pick.

What is true art?

Is it when we see a painting and admire the artists vision?

Or is it when we can connect with the actual image, perhaps see ourselves in the painting, feeling sad, happy, or completely nuts.

I believe that art is the human desire to be different, unique. Although we do share the same feelings, and maybe even the same events in our lives, we all interpret it different.

Imagine a bowl filled with fruit, how would you draw it?

Big and plentiful? Maybe small? Would you have all the fruits in a bowl, or would you leave one out?

What fruits would you draw? Bananas? Apples?

Could all of these describe who we are? I for one would draw mangos, not many people like mangos, does that make me strange?

As a child I used to draw something, and be impatient to show it to someone, why is that?

Does art actually express our utter need for attention?

Could the most beautiful paintings,sculptures,or drawings actually portray what an emotionally disturbed person the artist really was?

I heard something interesting once, it went something like: “You can tell if a painting is good when you feel like throwing up, because you know if something is truthful when your body feels it and not your mind.”

I found that brilliant really, and maybe it is the fact that it is so raw and striaght forward but I truly believe that we should try and see art with our bodies instead of our minds.

The mind is something very powerful, it can play with us like we are little puppets on strings, especially when influenced by so many things, the people we surround ourselves with, the way we grow up, the things we study, and the things we believe.

We are taught to think a certain way, and we are constantly trying to fight it.

Think of picasso for example, in his time, when he began to draw the way he did, people said he was completely out of his mind.

Now, people will pay thousands upon thousands of dollars to have it fixed above their living room chimney.

Why?

Because we are trapped in a body that twitches when it wants, that absorbs what it wants, and thinks what it wants.

Art is our escape.

When you draw something without thinking twice if it is good or not, that is the real you.

That is you saying “mind, you know what, today im doing what I feel and not what you think.

And in conclusion, that is true art.

The pure expression of human beings soul.

His soul and nothing else.