Truth is Beauty, and Beauty, Truth

Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.
--- Ashley Smith

Me and the Fu2rman, we love art.

The other day, I got up early and went down to the beach to watch the sunrise. I brought a little leather journal along with me so I could jot down poesy if my soul were moved to it.

I sat staring at the waves, and I waited and waited to see the Sun come up over the horizon, but I couldn't see it because someone seemed to be turning on lights behind me.

I thought to myself, even the sunrise itself can be drowned out by the lesser lights of man, on a spring morning.

I jotted that idea down, feeling really fucking inspired,

BUT,

then I realized, I live on the fucking West Coast. The sun doesn't fucking rise over the ocean. It sets in the ocean at the end of the fucking day.

Those "lights" behind me? They were the fucking sunrise, and I missed it. I missed the whole god damned thing, god damn it.

Pissed me off big time.

So, I went across the street to a liquor store, and bought a few tall ones. There were Cops all deep in my shit, so I decided to duck into an alley way to polish off my brewskis.

Next thing I knew, I was completely hammered. So, I went into this bar, to down some boilermakers. There was this chick down at the end of the bar who was about as hammered as me, so I figured I'd better say something romantic.

"You wanna go out to my car?"

"What ya' drivin'?"

"Trans Am."

And, it was all downhill from there.

Anyway, here's what she looked like.