Here's a little something about a cool dude named Shane, a.k.a Turd Ferguson. I'd like to paraphrase, or more likely, quote the exact words he said to me one day.
"The human species sucks.'That's uh, that's pretty damn true.
He's quite the intellectual man! And no, he isn't a "teenager" who thinks he knows everything,
he's actually a grown man- but still a big kid. Sometimes we forget, once we get older, how
to control our bowel movements, and how to have fun. He does, though. Anyway, not the point.
If I had one, I think it was...Oh, yes, right. Do we deserve to be a species? Not that I'm saying
we should just be killed off, and erased from existence; at least, not yet. I'm just saying, we should be like, maybe, a type of specimen, yes. But, not species. I mean, don't you need to
earn a right, or do something amazing to become a species? Wait, yeah. We evolved...
HEY, um, here's something! Can somebody name someone who's made a difference?
Maybe a hero of yours? What did the person do to help change our world? Barrak Obama doesn't count, at least, not yet. I mean, if he doesn't break the world even more than Bush
already did.
Here's a little something else I'd like to share. The theory that everything in life is random. It takes a lot of work to get something random, or right. Life is all about how we play the cards that have been dealt. There are no bad hands, only bad buyers. Some people use
cards to tell the future, or see it. It doesn't work like that, that's just too predictable. Besides,
what's the fun if you're going to know what's going to happen next? It all comes down to
making a choice. One or the other. It's the fork in the road. Do we see forks in our cards? (Haha) It's not about finding out what card is yours, it's about finding out which cards you're
not. Lay your cards on the table, go ahead. I'll give you a minute or two. Every card has a meaning, obviously. Hearts are for emotions, spades are for intellect, diamonds show wealth,
and clubs- that's to signify proper, or something like that. Or was it hitting people? So are you
the rich, King type? Maybe the heroic type, the light at the end of the tunnel? <-- That's your Jack. No, no. How about the smart, reserved type? The mysterious, helpful type? How about the mayor? The commissioner? Of course, these are all examples of face cards. You have to earn a right to be a face card. You have to have your Lyle's, your Steve's, your Bob's, and your Joe's. "The butcher, the baker, the dynamite-stick maker." You gotta find masses. There's only one problem; what's it going to take to separate you from all the others?To make you stand out before you fade away with the rest of them.There's only one card that makes a difference; it doesn't add or take away from the others. It just is, I think you know what I'm talking about. If not, keep thinking, you'll get it. There's one in every deck, it always shows up when you least expect it. If you ask me, it's a pretty wild card.
Life is all about how we play the cards. The human species sucks.
August 16th, 2009 at 11:37am