LETTER 2 WHITNEY HOUSTON.

Ok... so like I really don't know who I'm writing this letter to... I have to write a letter. This is not a story, rather a letter written to someone... And not gay to someone like myself... If I got some shit to talk to my self I say it right there on the fucken street... like to my damn face... No pussyfooting around... No "reflecting" or "meditating" or "thinking". No man. I brawl. And I DON'T write myself letters. This can be a letter to Whitney Huston... Altohough I never really cared about you, or your life, or identified with you, or liked any of your songs... I bet you had some wild times. Fuck shit up there in heaven... I'll throw some methadone into the Mississippi river for you.... I really don't know. Ok. Sorry you died. Let's move on to me. So I moved away from home Whit and like at first the idea was to take this big awesome bus and trick it out and get off the nut pills and be not a REAL PERSON... GOD I HATE THEM.... but like I don't know I know Bobby Brown probably had a song about something similar in the early 80's. I liked his songs better. Sorry he beat you. But can we seriously stick to me please?. This is really not about you. Honestly Maybe I should have not picked such a fucking DIVA to write a letter to cuz it keeps going back to WHITNEY, WHITNEY, WHITNEY, AND I WANT TO TALK ABOUT MY DAMN SELF... So I'm 31. I feel like I got a soul and shit I feel (especially recently) that I got more soul than most of these ugly fake zombie fucks walking the earth and maybe thats all I needed... ANY of those fucking retards who ever fucking said "duhhh OH YEA ALL CITIES ARE THE SAME... and was not sporting a shirt that said "If this place was an airport, assholes would be flying everywhere"... or something like that... haha... oh yea... "If assholes could fly this place would be an airport". That's fucking gospel man, and that's the only thing that unites all these fucken cities... a bunch of assholes and airports... they all suck... I was having serious stupid manic (yea i know poor fucking me) epiodes over and over in Chicago and I had to get out. I was also 31 and felt like I have never left yet and why the fuck not... I was "SLEEPING TOO MUCH" "UNMOTIVATED" "DEPRESSED" as opposed to I don't know seven years ago when I had a needle hanging out of my arm and some random 4 a.m. geriatriac cock in my vagina because I usually waited until the bar closed and went home with whatever parasitic slime slithered onto me... Then I'd get to their house and it would turn into every basketball star's worse nightmare... When a girl goes to your house to fuck you but OOPS realizes you're beyond a pockmarked vd machine on the way when they sober up but oh well, you made the trip, or they threw in a buck for the cab or bummed you a cigarette or bought you a drink so yea it would be easier just to wait and pray to (there has to be a saint for this) I guess lots of em were whores... whatever stupid drunk slut of a whore that this heavy mass of fat and sweat would start snoring before he rolled slowly on top of you and you took one for the team (your team, in order not to piss him off and make him crazy) and let him stick his chubby cheeto in your hoo ha and try to go to sleep before he did and depressed your lungs with his girth... well you get the picture... so anyways. years of that. and then i don't even want to discuss the ones that I thought were worthy enough so stick it in me more than once and all the broken bottles and made up shivs that caused. But HERE I AM BABY.... I'M COMIN OUT. I want the world to know, that I'm not yet a crack HO. Yet is important. I always liked meth better. But you gotta be gay and have the weiner and take it up the as to get it there.... Here or whereever else but Chicago.... It's a way of life that makes a girl have that special flair of the Pure Orange Leather Sac Maimi Beach tan... And the ribs that look like a dead cow that has been eaten by parasites for months and decayed... And we cannot forget that rat's nest thrift store roadkill toupee of some hair and the teeth that have been much too convientantly lost as to give the PERFECT blow job, even better than a geriatric, cuz at least they're awake... I know. I know. I'm gonna get some flack for that statement. But HAY I'm honest. and unbiased cuz I've never done either. (If ya believe that I've got a time share in Cabo to sell ya... no I don't really, nor do I know what that means, but I wish it were true). Ok, but this series of gay tangents keeping me up all night and I really don't want to go into the really super bad times before I get back (knock on wood) cuz I want to know that I made it. But I don't know what I did. I think I needed to do it, but it was fucking dumb. I just needed to see what all the hype was about. Like why people moved away. Umm... I'm starting to think that there is a bunch of stupid shit... Yea every city is the same in that THEY ALL FUCKING SUCK.... but some suck worse than others and they all have their special ways of sucking... Oakland is a fucking rats nest, wait I mean it's full of nutritional yeast, and dumb looking people and stupid looking fucking people that are the same shade of brown but are in fact white but like to say they are "of color" and run around and yell at people and pretend they're doing something important because they have eighteen garbage cans and like to yell at people and riot and spend a day in jail and cry about it. And then they like to act like they have a chip on their shoulder because their Dr. Bronner's ran out and complain about how everything there is so "ghetto" and the crime rates are so high but continue to OCCUPY the streets of Oakland and complain about gentrification. It is all very hard to believe that people like this exist. I mean exist and have brains and are functioning. I don't know. It's fucking all public gayness to the max. and then if you are lucky enough to encounter the "art stars" who apparently, according to many "jet set around the world pitching their shitty fucking art the made while anyone remotely worthwhile (which I can't even get into cuz there are so few of them, are making beautiful things, are not concieted enough to allow these minions blow smoke up their ass.... Point is... I did it. I moved. And now I'm in New Orleans. My self proclaimed favorite city in the world. And it still is (teetering with Reno and Las Vegas and Slab City and DisneyWORLD). I can't say much bad about this town and won't except there is an extremely ugly underbelly to it which involves a TON of people with facial tatoos they did when they were drunk and they all have these DEEP MEANINGS, but they look like they got food on their faces. STOP DOING THIS. SPEAKING AS A BEACON OF BEAUTY. THIS WILL NOT GET YOU THOSE JOBS AT CVS YOU'RE GUNNING FOR. No. I do like it here cuz people aren't scared to fuck up their faces but I did get told by a girl last night when I was joking about offing myself who yelled at me never to say those words again who had the ugliest facial shit I've ever seen which to me would be worse than offing oneself. I don't know what happened to her face but with a face like that I'd have offed myself years ago.... DRUNKENNESS IS NOT AN EXCUSE FOR THAT. maybe rape... but not being ugly or telling people not to kill themsleves. Keep Yo head up Whitney. I ALMOST cried the other day when I saw a car blasting I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU. AINT THAT SWEET???.

XOXO.

All the Best.

Meg.

A HUMBLE PROPOSITION CONCERNING THE SALE OF MEGAPHONES TO LOUD DUMB PEOPLE.

Is there a way to ban the sale of megaphones to either self proclaimed "anarchists", or have people take intelligence tests in order to get one.... So as to not make the stupid more loud????. Can we make a city ordinance against this?. Or should I just get a grant and buy all the megaphones and hand them out to Jamacians cuz I really like their accents.

Let's try this.... IF YOU KNOW SOMEONE WHO IS LOUD AND DUMB AND MIGHT BE IN THE BEGINNING STAGES OF PLANNING ON PURCHACING A MEGAPHONE, PLEASE SEND ME THEIR NAMES AND CONTACT INFORMATION AND I WILL START MAKING A LIST.

AND WHILE WE'RE AT IT, IF YOU KNOW SOMEONE WHO IS QUIET AND SMART, SEND ME THEIR INFO AS WELL SO THAT I CAN SEND THEM A GUN.

OH YEA AND ANYONE INVOLVED IN THE OCCUPY MOVEMENT OR SELF PROCLAIMED "ANARCHISTS" ARE AUTOMATICALLY ON THE LIST. THEY ARE THE FIRST ONES WE GOTTA KEEP THE LOUD THINGS AWAY FROM. IF THEY WANT GUNS, THEY CAN GET THEM BUT ONLY IF THEY PROMISE TO SHOOT THEMSELVES FIRST.

HOW I SPENT JANUARY 1, 2012.

I AM THE 1%. FUCK OCCUPY. PART ONE. CHICAGO.

OK... I'M DONE. I HAVE never ever in my entire fucking life wanted to be one of the 99% of the people!!!!. 99% OF THE PEOPLE HAVE RUINED THIS FUCKING EARTH. IT'S A STUPID SLOGAN FOR A WORHLESS MOVEMENT. I really want to hear what EVERYONE HAS to say cuz I'm not just saying this to get a rise out people. I HEREBY DENOUNCE THE OCCUPY MOVEMENT AND SAY THAT IT IS A MASSIVE FAILURE AND COMPLETELY USELESS AND A WASTE OF TIME. NOT ONLY THAT BUT IT HAS BEEN HARMFUL AND MADE A BUNCH OF PEOPLE LOOK LIKE FUCKING IDIOTS. It is really sad that now the youth of America look like a bunch of cornfed sheep... They're fucking stupid with a stupid slogan which they don't even know what it means. And if you feel (like another idiot did) that I simply do not get that "We are the 99%" has to do with FINANCIAL orders and the fact that 1 percent of the country owns 99% of the wealth, thanks, I think a neanderthal houseplant could "get" that slogan. But it's dumb. When I was in Chicago, before the people who "chose" at a particular rally to get arrested and were cheered on by a bunch of pussies who had been there to OCCUPY but had to leave the park before the illegal hour of 11:00 p.m. when it had closed, and the rest (about 70) of us decided that since the first OCCUPATION didn't work cuz people I guess were confused about what the word OCCUPY meant, as in YOU STAY SOMEWHERE EVEN PAST THE HOUR THAT IT IS ILLEGAL... and this was the second try of it, and after a particularly pathetic human bidet got on the microphone and decided to inform the crowd that the hour where it would soon be ILLEGAL to OCCUPY the park (I THOUGHT THAT WAS THE POINT?) was soon upon us so we better leave, unless we WANT TO BE ARRESTED (and you know how many of us LOVE TO be arrested) we better leave the park. Since I was not strong enough to gut the bitch with my bare hands and feed her vagina to a hungry cop I yelled at her to go off herself and then the crowd divided and the people who "WANTED TO BE ARRESTED" stood in one place and remained in the park while the people that should not have even been there in the first place decided to wait behind a barricade cheering on all people who decided to actually OCCUPY the park and stand and watch them like a bunch of idiots at the zoo waiing for the monkeys to jack off (that can be fun though) but rather watch them being confused and wondering what the fuck was going to happen now that they were told and abandoned by their own people who chose to organize this OCCUPY thing and then ditched and told that THEY WERE TO BE ARRESTED FOR STAYING AT THE PARK. Not only did these spineless idiots stand behind the barriers in some semblance of pathetic abandonment masked as "support" while gawking at the people in the park waiing to BE ARRESTED, they proceeded to cheer for the people in the park making martyrs out of them. The really sad thing about this is that many of the people of the park forgot that they were being cheered on by fucking pathetic people who had ditched them and were using them as their scapegoats but they got a rise out of the applause and decided when they were asked by the cops if they wanted to go to jail.... they said yes. WHY?.
WHY WOULD THEY DO THIS?.
In fact one guy, who happened to be the only black person amongst the group of people in the park resisted arrest by locking his body up and making the cops physically pick him up and remove him.
Each person who confidentaly said YES and were handcuffed and taken to the large bus of people to be carted out to jail were all given applause by the onlookers. By the people attending the circus. The people that never had their backs in the first place and sat and watched on for as long as they could stand for and talk to their friends about whatever afterparty they were going to attend when that was over or possibly the next place they would be OCCUPYING. Like their nice warm beds, perhaps ironically identifying with a Dead Kennedys or Crass song about Smashing the State and reflecting on what a dilligent job they did today compleely giving up on a movement that they hadn't even gotten off the ground yet. Their heads filled with Hot Topic flags of Che Gueverra and memories of how he did something while being brown, besides doing their landscaping or cleaning their houses.
It was very sad when the girl I was locked in arms with was grabbed before me and vehemently agreed to be arrested and was carted away to the city bus going to who knows where, and the regretful but triumphant look on her face as the crowd behind the barricades cheered her on. I was not as triumphant. When he policeman asked me if I wanted to be arrested I answered emphatically HELL NO. And was the second to last to join the sub human slime behind the barriers. I recieved no applause. I had not gone to jail for them. I did OCCUPY something though.
more to come..... I AM THE ONE PERCENT.