Ode to "Drinking Out of Cups"

Disclaimer: This is a video on Youtube which is utterly hilarious and/or ridiculous, and these are not my words.

What does this guy think he's an Indian?
What is he, a goddamn asshole, what the fuck is he doin’ ?
Not ever…no way.

Now he's…. Johnny Hammersticks.
Hammering away like he's – friggin - Tommy Noble.
What the hell's he doing?

Thinks he's…thinks he’s got it going bossa nova. No way, No-ho – way.
What is this garbage?... What is this?

Oh, I'm… king of the trees, I'm the Treemeister. I count on them. What sometimes I pry got like this steetalist.

Yeah right. Yeahhh right. This guy's a faggot. This guy's some sort of… faggot Indian in the tepee.

Ooh, this guy thinks he's Captain Knots. Thinks he’s Captain Tying Knots. When everyone need some knots tied, they go to him BULL SHIT. BULL SHIT theys - bull -

This woman's such a bitch. Thinks he’s… Miss Sand. Drinking outta cups…. Bein’ a bitch.

How bout her fist. How ‘bout her fatalusk. Barrrnd. Patterscompailll little kid in the background fuckin’ goin’ crayyyzaaaaaay.

Who's this guy? Mista Balloons. Mista Balloon Hands. Mm- No way. No way, get real. Like those things.

Mr. Walkway. Mr. Walk down me, I'm the walkway, lead me to the building. Fuck you.

5643, yeheahhh right! Here’s some stupid bitch. Who paid for that floor? Not me, no way. Never payin’ for no floor ever again. Not once, not never. Nope -Who's chair is that?

Who brought that goddamn chair here? It's not my chair. Not my chair, not my problem, that's what I say. No way. Stupid dresses. Stupid flowers.

Lighthouses rule. You don't like the lighthouse? You suck. What is this, Seahorse Captain? What is this, Seahorse Seashell Party? Who didn't invite me?

Why didn't I get invited, Seahorse Seahell?  What is this? Get real. I'm in love with seahorses. I'm in love with them, they're so beautiful and cute, I'm in love with the seahorses.

They're fuckin’ unreal, I love them. They're like all the clocks. I love ‘em. I love seahorses….and I love looking at 'em…and I love seashells. I love seashell things. I love things with seashells and seahorses on 'em.

Like blankets,
And towels,
And little bags,
I love 'em.

Seahorses.
Foreva.

Realizations

Sometimes, I'm glad no one really reads these things- because I'm about to dish out some corniness. Hold onto your hats, people who are actually reading this and are about to embarrass me just with the knowledge that you have, in fact, read it.

Anyway.

Hardly made any money today, but it certainly was a day of love. Almost everyone I came in contact with said something to the effect of "I love your ass" and it was really cool - it's like the stars were aligned or something.

I don't know why but I suppose this brought out a constant fear of mine: Death. Cliche', I know, fear of the unknown, everyone dies, blah blah blah - but it is utterly terrifying to me, the fact that, as Ted Dansen says "We're switched on and switched off. I don't want to be switched off."

I really don't know how to settle this fear. It's not like spiders, like if I wanted to, I could avoid it. I can't avoid it, man! I have an expiration date and I know this.

The only thing that gives me any kind of solace at all is the research on NDE's. That gives me some kind of delusional hope.

Please for the love of whatever is out there (if anything) do not write me messages about this. It'll freak me out. I just want to tell you about my weird phobia and get it out there, cool?

cool.

-But really, if there's nothing, if we just pop in and pop out, what's the point? if we go through 100 years or what not, learn an unbelieveable amount of things, come in contact with copious amounts of people and situations, we just throw that away? hmm. that seems like a lot of effort on creation's part for not much of a reason. Just saying. Going to go watch "drinking out of cups" now, that seems like the right thing to do.