being awesome is exhausting

being awesome is exhausting.


first i can only be in one place at a time.
there are several theories.
alot of experts subscribe to the SANTA CLAUS therory.
meaning i can stop time. and report instantaneuosily w/ a certain level of accuracy to every single random act of awesome'ness. to assume that i'm officially present at every moment too some seems absurd. but then again, i'm awesome. and i can and have been present everytime the word has been mentioned. the word has been thought or projected.

then there are the experts that support the "RIPPLE EFFECT"
people w/ in a 2 mile radius of me. catch "SECOND HAND AWESOME'NESS". and inturn become contaigents or hosts for 3rd hand awesome'ness.


maybe the other and most abstract therory is that being awesome lives in a duality. meaning that we are equal parts AWESOME and BUSTED. similar too a YING and YANG. or in this case WANG.

then maybe i'm just BUSTED.

1. turn off the lights look in the mirror.
2. say the words "CANDY MAN, CANDY MAN, CANDY MAN"
3. if a sketchy dude w/ a hook for a hand and a velvet trench coat appears. immeadatley ask him if he wants. NERD ROPES, BIG LEAUGE CHEW, TOBOLERONE, KIT KAT or SOUR STRAWS.


blurry photos can easily be passed off as "ARTSY" . just ask an ART FAG.