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Clearly i am confused

I think i want to live long enough to see the end of days for humanity.

I also want to whack someone, not New Jersey whack, just.... grrr

I also find myself liking people, despite intensely disliking them.

I want to go among them and spread peace and friendship and goodness, bubbles and fairy dust. I really want to carry a stick and just whack stupid people, but i am sure my arms would get tired.

I don't want to be confused anymore. Or annoyed, but That Bond Girl tried to use me as "The Grand Evil", the "Troll under the bridge", the "Willem Dafoe beneath your bed", and the Shieldmaiden was stupid enough to believe her and sulk for two days.

"Mr Lucky" Chris Isaak's newish (?) album is fucking fantastic. Totally captures what he does so well, as well as taking a little trip through an american music genre adventure, with some biggish country sounds, and a little old school new orleans flare, and a peculiarly amusing torch song.

Must go out. The bartender who got me started on this path to ... wherever it is i am going, although this handbasket is comfortable, is working his final night at the first place i drank in Dallas. He is moving to Vegas, presumably to continue being a rockstar bartender.

Livin' the dream!

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