Feeling UNPERSONED

I've looked a bit on the intrenet and tried to figure ouot what UNPERSONED is. It seems the idea is that the goverment can make a person just disapaer and then apear to never have existed in the first place.

I didn not know the goverment was allowed to do this. This is a new development for me. Every time I think the evil Nazi Bush regmie can't get any worse, they do.

This new UNPERSONED development must be part of the Patriot Act I guess. It must of been written in to the same Claus as the part about not making you're own Lexmark printer ink.

Anyway, whatever.

My good friend "Behind The Scenes" (kind of like the Wizard in the Wizard of Oz , He's behind the curtin) wrote in to ask where I was yetserday, because I did'nt write at all. He apperently was terrorfied that I had been UNPERSONED. Alas, I have not. Not officially anyways.

But I am feeling UNPERSONED because of some thing my mother did to me yesterday.

I was forced to go see her for the Halliday weekend, because, well let's just put it this way, their are certan financial reality's that even Chongito can not slove for me. To make mattres even worsed , my mother froced me to go to relgious servaces (some blather about gratistude). This is a disaster waiting to happien.

It was all i could do to not stand up and shout alout to the congragation that, "You are all a bunch of freakin' morons."

I mean how could anyone believe in God in this day and age. God himslef has been proven to be mathamaticley impossible. And then to think that miracles could happen is just plane stupid,.

I spoke my reservations aloud to my mother after the service and she replyed some crap about "But, Memes, you yourslef are a miracle."

Well, jeez freakin' crap, why don't you just shine my shoes with bull turds? Really, what a load. She forces me to go, (relly just a sadomasochistic game shes' playing (some Freudian minustration) in order to alay my financial worry's and then she tries to ply me into agreement by apealing to cloying sentaments about myslef which I do not harbor. It might work on some people , but not on me. I do not need to think that I am a miracle. I know that I am mereley an acciednt, a chance collision between ovum and spermatazoa.

There is no there there, mother. Get over it. Give up on you're school girl fantasy's. When it all comes down to it, we're are all just not that improtant, almost as if we nevr existed at all.

And I'm cool with it.