well i need to startwriting again. my spacebar isn't working so well plus i'm slightly intoxicated. waht else is new. so it turns out that jesse doesn't know how to operate himself on a public basis. in fact he is completely afraid of any public forum and is intimidated by the dance moves which is obviously a metaphor but carries over into a literal rhelm. people scare the shit out of me. they all know something i don't. its how-to-have-fun. and i know i haven't posted a blog since my accident. and that's what we're calling it now. in-m-oti. if you're still on myspace. you were a stranger and still are. but i remember you paying attention to what i wrote back when i started this stupid ass myspace thing.

thank you for caring about someone you never prbably will know. its a good feeling.

i haven't paid attention to anyone but myself in the past few years. because of that i am in my own hell instead of sharing a human experience. since my accident--which is what we're calling it.... i have become a shell with nothing important to speak of. that changes now. or a few weeksago but i haven't let anyone be privy to it.

the revolution is now. and i will soon begin to post my exegesis on life itself. it is time we start living and stop dying. ths sounds like utter crap but be assured. I am not a fuck up. things will change. and i'm not speaking of my own life. soon you will say-- listen to this man. he is a sinner. not a saint. but as sinners ourselves why should we choose to follow a saint.

follow me. i will follow you. the revolution is upon us. "the revolution will be streaming"

its time for something new. follow me, dear readers. and i will follow you.


call me your poor-man's-scientologist. call me a fraud. call me sinner.

but we wil overcome and garnish saints that deserve sainthood.

personally yours.