waiting for lightning to strike

I have been thinking so much lately. I think I need a break. I am very happy to announce that I have finished the writing of my first debut full length record. Applause and salutations may begin........ now. Thank you, you are too kind. I am very happy about how it all has come out. Now, I am on to mixing it, which shouldn't take too long. Then I can put it up on iTunes for the whole world to have. I am very excited about how it came out. I am even a little surprised myself, actually. I am very pleased with the final results. Once I mix and master it I will have what I believe to be a fantastic work. It seems like only a year ago I started this whole thing. Wait a minute, it was. It is hard to believe it, but it really has been in the works that long. Once it is fully complete and for sale I will most definitely have to celebrate. Hopefully that moment will coincide with my moving into a new home with a fabulous roommate. I can only shudder at the shear magnitude of the celebrations that will occur. My goodness. It will be like the time I never went to mexico to watch a dog eat a pig. Man, that never happened. Surely one of the greatest moments of my life. Instead of hoping for the future I am going to hope for the past. Hope that others remember it as wonderful as I do. I can only hope I guess. With historians as they are who knows how our world will be remembered. Will it be as we all dream ourselves to be, the way others see us, or they way we really are? I hope for the way we all can possibly turn out to be. That way seems to be the best. Maybe I should stop using hope and move on to more practical ways of using my brain. Like for believing everything I am told by masses of others doing the same. That seems to work out for those other blissfully ignorant folk. Well, appearances can't be everything. Let's hope for rain, so when we get the sun it is delightfully accepted and the dark skies can be missed. Maybe we need a big hug so as to make the world's largest brown bear sandwich. One full of ostrich feathers and jello. May-haps I can get a maiden for a fortnight to share the evenings of yesteryear with. Or maybe I can use the internet to get what my name would be if I was an alien. That seems like a much better use of my time. Fuck world peace and total understanding of the human condition. Let's look at kittens in coffee cups. To know thyself is to know thy is no longer used in the common vernacular. So, you'll have to update the language to get the message out to these crazy kids called "the future of mankind and leaders of the next generation." All I have to say is holy shit are we in trouble if certain people get into power. Mainly I am talking about those guys who make paper hats out their own pants. I mean, that's not even paper to begin with. How the fuck do they do that? There has got to be some trick to it. One day I will figure it out and spread the word of holy glory to the masses. "Then a man of light led his children to freedom on the head of a bloody spear." I'll leave you with that horribly misquoted text from television.