Another little essay about the meaning of life….

I felt sad for a parakeet the other day. He sings so much. Probably just wants a girlfriend.

Dmitry Dyatlov (Me)

I was going to call this little essay “Life and Death” but ornithology is better click-bait… I think… Plus I saw a turkey today.

All I do is think about… memories… and ideas… and habits, beliefs. And I like to play Junior Amateur FBI profiler in my free time sometimes. Maybe they’ll give me a job… hehe. People keep telling me to get a job or something.

Nidal Malik Hasan…. killed a bunch of people in 2009. That was quite a story. Who is this Nidal guy? A Muslim, American, Officer, PSYCHIATRIST. I feel like someone should’ve seen THAT coming….

I look at that and what do I think. I think that’s one dude with way too much fucked up shit in his head. Johnny Mnemonic.

I’m getting toward that age of… Jesus. I’m not good at miracles, but I tell stories sometimes. I don’t think I’ll be dying with any music inside me. My biggest mental and spiritual struggle is this. Im smart… Im athletic. I’ve had some… girlfriends here and there, on and off, so I want to think Im not Hideous. And I want to make some babies. Not all the time. but, sometimes. The biggest obstacles to that are my lack of job… and my piece of shit father. He’s also one of those… ex-officers… although he keeps to himself most days now. And I guess I don’t really want to work too hard. heh.

When some Russian immigrants “profiled” America for us new arrivals, they’d describe it as this – It’s basically a labor camp with generous meals. America. Yeah, that sounds about right, I guess. Unless of course you have a lot of money.

Death. How can life be dear when there’s so damn much of it? there’s the reason why I never cared to be a doctor, even though my Mom keeps telling me they make really good money. hehehehehehe.

Alright, alright. that’s enough for tonight. Here’s the turkey –