I've rarely if ever in the arena of my deeds been called bad things except by bad people. Now the best of them has called me the worst. Sadly, the reason was such that I can't really argue. Which is not to say that I don't disagree with this person. I might, or I might not. That indecisiveness is precisely what has lead me to do that which makes me the worst of people in the eyes of the best. So Aaaaaaam screwed tighter than a coke bottle up Rush Limbaugh's anus.

Earth is a funny fucker of a place. For some reason, simply being content with life is beyond me. When I fell in love I couldn't have the one who inflamed me. When I wanted to FEEL love I never quite knew if I did. All this candour now is endemic of a complete fucking lack of the same up to now. Project an image of success, and you will succeed. For so the fifties says, does Matt the half-autistic sociopath follow. And what the fuck else could I do, eh? I'm not a monster, I'm just lazy. Of course, George Bush is lazy... Maybe you see what kind of lazy I'm referring to here. If not, I'll clarify in the comments. Back to the not sure statement above; I am NEVER, EVER, EVER, certain of anything. There were these religiously beautiful moments with my ex-girlfriend when I felt completely and profoundly melded with her, but in between those moments I was always afraid that I might be lying. I think... See what I mean? She IS better without me, to be sure, as are any of you with any ideas Now all those who have not been put off by my looks can be put off by my personality too! GO ME!!

Anyway, I'm really overdue to either get raped, stabbed, beaten up, robbed, sold into slavery or become a politician. With those options very precisely laid out, I hereby choose; writer. And boy don't I half give myself plenty of material to play with.