save dilberg

this is even better than sick realberg. genius. yes, he should be saved. he should personally learn the power of the lord jesus. he giveth and he taketh away. dilberg has been known to question the lord's existence, but lately, he has found religion. he found a bible behind his sofa, but unfortunately, it was in french. dilberg read the book anyway. he has taken to wearing a mustache and doing a chevalier imitation. he did a fine version of "thank heaven for little girls," but he still wasn't able to get off the show boat. so, he took off his robe, son, and went to bed.

i decided i had to shave my beard. it wasn't worth the comments. from the students, i got among others...

you look like an iraqi
you look like a terrorist
and a girl started calling me "predator"

what are we coming to when a man can't even grow a beard, charles? in many ways, we are becoming a more regressive culture than ever before. it brings to mind dolphy..."i'm leaving the u.s. because when you try to do something different here, they put you down for it."

the two teachers i work with hate each other. their energy seems to go towards maintaining a feud of dubious merit. too bad. there are so many more important things to be angry about. but, they wouldn't think of those things anyway. they would just get mad about some other meaningless shit. shit.

meanwhile, so many buildings which house weapons of war and corrupt corporations remain standing.

i was starting to doubt god's existence. and then the celtics lost. thank you yahweh. you go yahweh and i'll go mine.

thoughts...

why is it that porn movies never have good plots?

fuck pemdas.

this is the 2,000 work day in a row with no meaning.

i was gonna shit on the dock of the bay, but i didn't have any toilet paper.

i still don't know what michael jackson is saying in that song with don't stop till you get enough in it.

that was off the wall.

chew on this; i was gonna prey to g-d, but he wasn't hungry.

you know those people you would seriously harm if you could get away with it? why do they remain your coworkers, no matter what job you do?


when i told a coworker that my girlfriend wanted me to grow a beard (the same one i recently murdered due to popular pressure), he exclaimed negatively, "she wanted you to grow it?" i was gonna say "even hitler had a mustache," but i didn't think he would get it.

people...why are they always around?

why can't i get paid for something i enjoy?

why do we live in a society where we need money at all?

silberg always says that i have only questions, never answers.

is that true?

back to the semi-slavery of the modern workplace.

that's an answer.

unfortunately, it's the wrong one.

but, so is being homeless.

life: a series of crap choices.

back to bukowski.