my negative past

okay, what's next to talk about. the fact that i no longer want to even talk about my negative past because people who can't handle it, but ask the stupid questions anyway, like 'where are you from', and all that small talk horse shit, i'm just going to tell them to read my fucking blog, and could we talk about something more future worthy, like how can you help me build a new community, and shit like that. let's get to something productive. but because people can't handle me talking about that, and start thinking of me as a 'downer', i'm sick of those shiny happy people that think life has to be good at all times, and that i'm not allowed to have anything bad to talk about. when in my eyes, they're the downers with the horrible tastes in music. a collection of singles downloaded from itunes, from the recommended and suggested page, of shit that everyone else is listening to, and shit they play on the radio. i fucking loathe you people. get some fucking taste and stop bitching about me. i'm not the reason for the frown on your fugly fucking faces.

so here, i will try to get through as much of this horseshit of the last three years of my life as quickly as possible, since no one wants to hear it, but it has to be fucking said and repeated constantly for people to feel like they know me. you know what would be easier than that, by the way, is if i only said this shit once, and you all fucking heard it. and you call me lazy. you've got wikipedia at your fingertips and you don't use it.

so, let's see. end of two thousand three, i met the mother of my children. horrid skanked wretch. fucking goat roach. i'm glad she's permanently out of the fucking picture. only took me ten fucking years. she moved her slobbery into my apartment, and from there, i was never able to hold my own life in my own hands again until recently. my daughter, rayne, was born march second, two thousand six, at seven:twenty am. she was born in our bathtub at home, the way she wanted it. you can argue that one all you want, i give a hootin' hears a whore fuck. i just love saying my daughter's birthday. doctor seuss' birthday, march second, two thousand six, seven:twenty am, she weighed seven pounds, eleven ounces, just like her brother. when she first opened her eyes, i saw the fuckin' future in there. but we'll get to that, and your disagreement with it later.

i'm sick of people thinking they can tell their version of my story better than i can.

my son was born december twenty ninth, two thousand seven, at seven:fiftyfour pm. he was also seven pounds, eleven ounces. they had sevens going for them. my daughter's full name (minus my last name), was rayne miakota. the rayne is one of my favourite things on this planet, and miakota is native american for wolf moon, or dancer of the moon. i can't remember which anymore. so in her name, i gave myself a comforting memory, of my connection to the earth, the storms, the thoughts and visions i get from stormy and colourful skies, and the moon from my dreams. my son's name is leary samana draven. he was named after timothy leary, his initials are lsd, and his middle name is a word in meditation breathing for the moment between inhaling and exhaling when your body and everything pauses for that moment of life.

by the way, this is for all the nonsmokers out there. i'm going to say this on stage when i can, but i feel like this is another obvious bill hicks statement that needs to be made, because no one fucking knows it. but i like to educate people. all you people that don't smoke, and eat veggies, and drive priuses, like you're doing something good, because you're worried about your futures, and your health... you people creep me the fuck out, get a grip. does this really need to be pointed out, and said in bill hicks' words? here it is, ready? drum roll...

i'd rather enjoy the moment. now.

that's why i named my son leary samana draven. i hijacked timothy leary's soul back into this world illegally. let's see what your leaders can do about that one. i like to enjoy the moment, instead of saving up for a future that never fucking comes, but i constantly have to worry about, and never get to enjoy, fuck you. my son's middle name is samana. thus i smoke.

when i get my kids back, they will have their intended names. rayne miakota draven, and leary samana draven. then, the next boy i have, i want to name him...

ready?

Judge Kickass von Draven

that's right, you uncreative fucks, i'm birthing superheroes into this world next.

did you need a rockstar to think of this shit? shows how unimaginative you fuckers are. john lennon certainly did die, cause you fuckers let him. all he is now is a tshirt in a fuckin' store window. some fake wannabe hippie shop on haight street, where the wolves buy their sheep clothing. you sick fucks.

so anyway, pay attention to the dates here. oh, shit, out of time, and dinner time, gotta go. i'll continue this shit tomorrow.