That's Remarkable

As soon as i get on here, i cannot understand why i'm not blogging every-day, anymore..? I used to always enjoy it_so much, and, now find myself wondering...is it because of my Twitter-experiance..? Why is it so hard to convince people_on-line, that i am the Reincarnated-christ, or, that such is the title Establishment has bestowed upon me_all those so-meny times?

Yea-Sure! Everything was done in compleat secret, away from the eyes of an inquisitive public, or, in this case_a not so inquisitive-public! But, by fuck! The former, Pope, canonized me with the Internet; that if i can't mannage to get the word out there...what in the Hell am i doing here..!!/? And it has to be me. There's got to be something wrong with me, or, perhaps my approach..?

I mean_in person, i never have any difficulity transmitting the message. Just the other day: i told the woman i'm doing this painting-contract for, where i'm about to pull-in $1350:oo, by-the-way, that the Establishment, thinks i'm, Jesus Christ. That might sound like nothing_to an idiot, but, in saying this to my employer, i put at risk my job, and my dignity; perhaps for no other reason than that i felt like talking, or, maybe more because she was asking me all these questions about where i come from, my family, if i liked to travel or go for vacations, etc... Well, goodness-gracious! I'll be dammed if we wern't half-way into our conversation_durring our car-ride into work, before she came right out with it, and declaired:"That's remarkable, and, in her opinion_i was smart." Actually, i believe she said: i was very smart", but, somehow_as usuall_when someone says that to me, i ownly ended-up feeling...very embarrassed; that i quickly changed the topic.
Like i said: There's got'a be something wrong with me/Right.

In all seriousness though, i think the worst part of my life, has to be the small-minded, jealous, little-prigs_in my last two neighbourhoods_i've lived in. There's no fucking way they don't both know, and, believe Establishment has given me this title. But all they can do is: look at me with a critical-eye; in wait_that they might catch me doing something they can consider unChristian-like, in hopes, i have to imagine_that they can say to themselves": finally there's proof i cannot be what it is i am claimed to be." Fuck-That, And Fuck-Them too, because i know your reading this, and, i don't have to like, but, ownly love you!