I am a terrorist

I watched Fairenheit 9/11 last Saturday. Fuck that movie. It depressed the hell out of me. I hate George Bush's face and I hate those fucking towers in New York that aren't there anymore. I don't care about global consiracies and I don't care about the stupid games that rich people play.

Curiosity killed the cat and it killed my stupid soul.

I watched The Devil and Daniel Johnston a few days before that. It left me floating. On a cloud. Nothing could bring me down. The world was new.

So I thought...and now I'm doing the best I can to dig up out of it.

Things are going okay, really. Michael Moore, I loved Bowling for Columbine, Roger and Me, and all your tv stuff. But man...fuck you.