Friday, May 24, 2013

Una Problema

Ellen DeGeneres must think I'm nothing, sometimes.  It's an okay passing thought for dumb Americans.  Not that I'd hope for you to be a dumb American.  Hey, look at what shit does to me.  Why are my VIDEOS GONE, YOU NIGGERS!

Oh yes, I don't give a care about baby logic that maybe I'm stealing by posting myself with media on in the background to a fuzzy channel like YouTube that doesn't work like an MP3 player.  You let people get away with approving of this shit and no one really cares.  Why not?  You don't do it.  That's not what other people do.  So, I know you do things, like you'd think, that aren't right.  This is different.  My life is sorta determined by knowing what's allowed and what's not.  That's a real flub, I believe it is allowed, no sign on the door!  Why are there signs on doors?  I cannot go to the bathroom but once a day?  What?  It's IMPORTANT.  I've lived this life of needing this.

Isn't it selfish, though, you think, not talking directly, to like, whatever..  Not that it's wrong, but I wanna talk about it.  Who wouldn't?  You don't like it, but I do.  You won't convince me with some gurgling noise ejecting from some premises of my garage-room.