The reason why I haven't written anything recently, is that I went back to school and I started to search within me the person I am. And I found it. The next is borrowed from George Carlin - the man I honor most - and hopefully describes me as well as it did him. So. . . and I quote:
"I'm a modern man, a man for the millennium, digital and smoke-free, a diversified multicultural postmodern deconstructionist, politically, anatomically and ecologically incorrect. I've been up linked and downloaded, I've been inputted and outsourced, I know the upside of downsizing, I know the downside of upgrading. I'm a high-tech low-life. A cutting edge, state of the art, bi coastal multitasker and I can give you a Gigabyte in a Nano-second.
I'm new wave, but I'm old school and my inner child is outward bound. I'm a hot-wired heat seeking warmhearted cool customer - voice - activated and biodegradable. I interface in my database and my database is in cyberspace, so I'm interactive, I'm hyperactive and from time to time I'm radioactive.
Behind the eight-ball, ahead of the curb, riding the wave, dodging the bullet, pushing the envelope. I'm on point, on task, on message and off drugs. I've got no need for coke and speed, no urge to binge and purge. I'm in the moment, on the edge, over the top, but under the radar. A high-concept, low-profile, medium-range ballistic missionary. A street-wise smart-bomb, a top-gun bottom feeder. I get power-ties, I tell power-lies, I take power-naps, I run victory-laps. I'm a totally ungoing big-foot slam dunk rainmaker with a pro-active outreach. A raging work-a-holic, a working rage-a-holic, out of rehab and in denial.
I've got a personal trainer, a personal shopper, a personal assistant and a personal agenda. You can't shut me up, you can't dumb me down, cause I'm tireless and I'm wireless - I'm an alpha-male on beta blockers. I'm a non-believer and an over-achiever, laid back, but feshing forward. Up front, down home, low rent, high maintenance. Super-sized, long-lasting, high definition, fast-acting, oven ready and built to last.
I'm a hands-on foot-loose knee-jerk head-case, prematurely post-traumatic and I have a love-child who sends me hate-mail.
But I'm feeling, I'm caring, I'm healing, I'm sharing, a supportive bonding nurturing primary caregiver. My output is down, but my income is up. I take a short position on the long bond and my revenue stream has its own cash-flow. I read junk-mail, I eat junk food, I buy junk bonds, I watch trash sports. I'm gender specific, capital intensive, user friendly and lactose intolerant.
I like rough sex, I like tough love. I use the f-word in my e-mail and the software on my hard drive is hardcore, no soft porn. I bought a micro-wave at a mini-mall, I bought a minivan at a mega-store. I eat fast food in the slow lane. I'm toll-free, bite size, ready to wear and I come in all sizes. A fully equipped, factory authorized, hospital tested, clinically proven, scientifically formulated medical miracle. I've been prewashed, precooked, preheated, prescreened, preapproved, prepackaged, post-dated, freeze-dried, double-wrapped, vaccuum packed and I have an unlimited broadband capacity.
I'm a rude dude, but I'm the real deal, lean and mean, cocked, locked and ready to rock, rough, tough and hard to bluff. I take it slow, I go with the flow, I ride with the tide, I've got glide in my stride. Driving and moving, sailing and spinning, jiving and grooving, whaling and winning. I don't snooze, so I don't lose. I keep the metal to the petal and the rubber on the road. I party hardy and lunch time is crunch time. I'm hanging in - there ain't no doubt - and I'm hanging tough. Over and out. "
Thank you very much George. You have been the greatest of inspirations. Hope you don't mind.
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