THESAP LOOKS BACK ... AND FORWARD

2005. Gone already. I feel 9000 years old. I am actually 7,639 years old, factoring in past lives, but my experience has given me that extra 1,361 years of “virtual experience” from which I draw the following conclusions.

LIFE IS LONG … PATIENCE DIES

Too long for some, too short for others. I would love to be able to look forward to the upcoming years but I have put up with so much bullshit in my meager 34 THESAP years that I kind of dread the unknown bullshit that lies ahead. I’ll take it in and deal with it as I always do, but my patience level has diminished so much that the smallest amount of bullshit will most likely be met with a fierce hand and THESAP’S renown rapier witticisms of death which usually makes the recipient of said words feel like the smallest piece of shit on the planet.

LIFE’S A BITCH … MAKE HER YOURS

I want to change the world. When you consider how draining and, in the grand scheme of things, how short a lifetime really is, that’s not what you’d call an easily achievable goal. Plus, I want to change it for the better. I know that’s a subjective term, but when I say “for the better” I am sure most people would dig what I have in mind. Hitler was one man who definitely changed the world. I want that kind of impact, but without all that awful aftertaste. Let’s face it, the guy was a dick. I want to be the Bizarro Hitler. It takes actual “doing” to achieve this. Mark my words, this year will be a year of overwhelming accomplishments and achievements for THESAP. Professionally, personally, romantically, and even … dare I go there … spiritually. A new, uber-improved THESAP will rise form the ashes of the old and take this world by storm. Gusty winds first, followed by a light drizzle, then cloudbursts, and finally, a flood so powerful, so encompassing, Noah himself would look upon it and say, “Now that’s a storm!”

LIFE IS LIKE A BOX OF CHOCOLATES … THAT YOU CAN’T AFFORD

Fuck Russell Stover, Fuck Hershey, and Fuck all things that were once hard to come by that you can now easily purchase at your local convenience store. If you’ve ever had chocolate, real chocolate, chocolate you can only get through special order or by traveling thousands of miles ‘round the globe … the chocolate that is truly priceless … then you know how crappy the other stuff is by comparison. I want to be that kind of chocolate. Everything I do, Everything I create, Everything I lay my hands on will be infused with the sweet, rich, soul stirring, priceless flavor of THESAP. All the crap that gets shoved down “consumers” throats will suddenly become less acceptable, less palatable. And slowly the masses will seek out that which was not thrown together to please “demographics” “test audiences” or “advertisers”. They will want that which was made for the group that has been dissected, segregated, and manipulated beyond recognition by THE MAN. That one group that cannot be seen through corporate eyes. I speak, dear reader, of the humans. My chocolate is for them, and I intend to serve it buffet style.