2003-08-06. The only thing clear tonight is my cognizance of my wholesale inability to say anything to anybody in the manner of my intent. Sure, you can't control what others think, but almighty-kreestay-almighty, the phrase this is beyond absurd is meant for something. This is beyond absurd. The only thing clear is the gigantic gap between literal and literary. I think I finally understand that bum in the beyond-absurd-expensive-parking garage who is sitting in a pool of urine (not-necessarily-his-own) giving out sub-fecund perpetual, yet free-meandering-going-nowhere monologues (he's no threat, just a nuisance to his surrounding concrete and rebar) -- yes, the same bum that we'll bitch about in the morning -- maybe not him, but at least his odor. I understand him 'cause I'm not trying to be weird. I'm just trying to say tah-tonka -- making horns on my head with my fingers. But y'all keep saying platypus or orangutan, which is pee-in-the-pants-frustratingly-off-base. Granted, it isn't easy, but it isn't classified as difficult either.

That's about it, really...hardly worth the time typing, and certainly not worth the time reading.

This post brought to you by the letter Q, number 5 + 4, ale Arrogant Bastard "You're Not Worthy," and a little pickle juice.

While waiting for life that sucks to die, why not listen to my favorite unsigned bands: TQ's Garage Band Playlist.