My style broke motherfuckin backs like Ken Patera

Some interesting blog posts I stumbled across while using Blogger's "Next Blog" function...

From mmda-b:

my bad - another movie ref for conspiracy theory and evil government cover ups: the manchurian candidate (the denzel washington version). kylie, i like the idea, parts of the concept are really working for me. especially the eyeball tatooing and the drugging of cult participants... print peeps should get right onto some "euphoric" propaganda!!

From Family~Friends~Art....and ME:

Well, I'm still at it! Still working on new art for a show on September 23rd. I'm having such a ball! My creative juices are really flowing... Thank God! I've been doing art almost every evening. Listening to oldies, and lighting my favorite Autumn candle ("Mulled Cider" by "The Old Virginia Candle Company) My sisters came over on Saturday, and and we were all doing art... accept for Rita, she was busy with plans for our 4th annual YA YA day. She claims she's not artistic, but she's a wonderful floral Designer... (she even worked at Michaels) So we has so much fun. We picked up Chinese from my favorite place: " China Kitchen" And I got my usual, Wor Sue Gai.. yummmmmy. We sat around, laughing, drinking wine, and talking. They spent the night, and in the morning we had breakfast, and coffee, and went right back to doing art.

Escritos de Gerardo gets down and dirrrty:

Esta negativa hará que nos cuestionemos sobre muchas cosas ocurridas en las elecciones, también nos remite a lo ocurrido en las elecciones de 1988, cuando la caida del sistema y la incinereración de las boletas, nadie supo, salvo el P.R.I., lo que verdaderamente aconteció; con esto no quiero poner en tela de juicio la legitimidad de las elecciones, ni el lugar, bien merecido, que ocupará Calderón, sólo me cuestionana lo siguiente: ¿por qué si han sido las eleciones más cerradas, transparentes y en las que la mayor parte de los mexicanos hemos participado, no se nos permite a los ciudadanos y a los medios el acceso a tales boletas?

Conspiratorial whisperings from Stuff the Press!:

And so I tried again... but it seems that the censor will not allow!!!!

Somewhat motivated by the knowledge of having motivated at least one other to also submit a comment to the newspaper, I tried my wits again: can I find a way to weave a story together that links up both the emerging problems of possible death by firing squad of some young Australian fools caught in Indonesia for attempting to carry drugs into Australia because the Australian Federal Police tipped off the Indonesian Police, and the fact that many high-flyers here at home seemingly consume with immunity.

No it seems not. And I'm losing interest in finding a way. Seems silence is the password. Buried in denial in the social subconscious – a well saturated lozenge down under.

The real issue I am (or was) trying to expose is the duplicity of the Australian psyche at present. "Zero tolerance" some yell. "Christian compassion" others whisper. “Kill the couriers” at the bottom of the ladder, but “Pssst!, got any mate?” at the top. Like prostitution I guess. Get the working girls underneath, not the jerks getting off on them from above.

Well, I’m with the compassionate ones.

American Twentysomething 2.0 fights to stay above the surface:

So I said I'd be back later in the day. That kind of fizzled out.

Couple that with continuing agony from the back trauma I sustained while helping The Nurse move, lack of sleep from school and work and general mental weirdness and you leave me in a position I can't hardly stand.

Drowning.

You may or may not know that drowning is probably the method of dying that I least favor. Not that I'm all that crazy about dying anyway. Personally, I'm working on the whole living forever thing, but whatever.

And yet, this is where I find myself: Desperately gasping for air, fighting to keep my head above water, with every facet of my life furiously trying to snuff me out...

There have been some bright spots...

I was feeling him until the bright spots, then he lost me.

Anyway, that's a snapshot of the 34 million strong sphere-o-blog. Everything from "euphoric propaganda" to "life furiously trying to snuff me out." Yup. That's seems about right. Well, until next time, I'll leave you with my notable contribution to this mad blogapolooza.