i have this new pastime. i have decided to email everyone i've ever wanted to.
it's surprisingly simple.
i just wrote the president and told him what i thought of his hypocritical ways.
i let jack white know that i would buy him eggs and hot sauce at millies if he ever wanted to discuss tesla over coffee.
artists. hot chics. politicians. long lost rivals. media creations. commercials. captains of industry.
all of these people have email. they must accept my words. i am drunk with possibilities.
what are we going to do tomorrow brain?
pop monsters have myspace pages.
corporate lap dogs must bow to public opinion.
sound bites can be bitten back.
heart melting darlings are stalked.
and the best part is that none of them will care. i will be delegated to the spam filters and trash folders of the rich and powerful. i can spew forth the vitriol and passion and fanatical rant...and be free of it's weight forthwith.
this is better than a 5th step. better than a confessional. better than a dark room stinking of sex at 3 a.m.
i can be lost in the anonymity of constant noise of the electronic age. my bits will be swallowed, digested and shat out without a single hiccup. i can fade into the media melu like yesterday's celebrity dui. i will be the dark matter between the stars, too small to measure, but exerting unknown force upon all of creation. ok, maybe not, but it was fun to write.
and jack, i recommend the devil's mess.
