AnnaMolly Redux

Yay, first redux. ever. as you can obviously tell from the title its about the song AnnaMolly by Incubus. This song, in this scribes humble opinion, is one to which most of us, or maybe just me, can relate to. As most of u can tell(or not), the title is a play on the word anomaly and as mr boyd gloriously sings, i wonder if she might be. in effect, we are all searching for our Anna Molly's, that perceived rose among the thorns, that silver lining in the dark cloud that is ours, or my own, life. The ONE as u might want to put it. The person, we presume anyway, who is our perfect soulmate, life comapanion, the anamoly among the same clichedness we see every single damned day which pains us for want of some different from the indifference that is the clichedness of past experiences with plastic dolls and roses. Following the verse, i can picture her in the back of my mind. That picture goes beyond image for me. Of course i have guidelines which are not binding upon the hearts content but nevertheless are persuasive in how my emotions are dictated. Fucks sakes, who dosent have guidelines For one, she has to, for the love God, please, just once, be able to be articulate in english and of similar intellectual vein. Looks wise, i really dont care, but of course, picturing someone who might or might not be, i tend to draw references from the past though i would happily delete it like an obsolete programme were i to meet anna molly and she looks nothing like unhappy memories.But most importantly, miss anna molly, the thing i look for most in you, beyond the looks, beyond the damned guideline criteria, is the inner you. Loyalty, respect and acceptence of my short comings. Nigh impossible. Nigh impossible in this day and age. Sure, u have your success stories here and there, but then, as i've said, here and there and not everywhere. Mayhaps this be the effects of melancholy and lonliness combined with a slight positive envy of certain associates who have, presumably, found their own anna molly, to which i mention kudos? Yeah, probably and most likely.

The proverbial cloud hangs over my city of depressionville and mutes my happiness. Now then, as some people have mentioned.. alright fine, the whole damned lot of you, why this need to find for anna molly, to yearn for a proverbial lady love? a girlfriend? honestly, im a busted modem and i need a connection to anna molly(oh my fuck.... cornier than a corn on a cob/cup/popcorn and other associated corn products, or as the indians, the big ceremonial headress type and not the bollywood type, call it, maize). There are just certain things that only a woman( or man if you're a woman reading this, or if you're homosexual the same sex as yours...sheesh, the consessions we make for the gay people to not sound politically incorrect) can do for you that a good friend cant. and, though i have often times said and admit that im a horny fucker, its not all about the sex, it dosent have to be about a physical connection, though it plays a part admittedly. its about that connection that transcends, just about everything. its hard to explaine. if you've been in "love" its something like that but just so much stronger. i felt it, or so i thought, and i seek to renew that connection with a stronger one. with miss anna molly. nobody else could ever compare, anna molly, anna molly. and doo doo doo do i guess is, well,its sounds catchy in place of lyrics?

so is seeking anna molly seeking perfection. in a way it is. but then dont we all seek perfection, knowingly or not? human nature ladies and gentlemen and hopefully aliens who read this, i'll signle them with my lighter. shit, living life itself is seeking for perfection. we just dont realize that everyday when you wake up and say fuck, i've got to go for class/lecture/work in the morning we fail to realize that we're still alive. being born, having all 10 fingers and toes and all healthy organs is a perfection. the only limit to our perfection is our mind set. and with that, i leave this rant. it started out with the quest for annamolly and turning into a short burst of life appreciation and preachyness. thats what you call a perfect rant, unstructured and incoherent

i like my blog name, simple and straight to the point. ju-rants. thats exactly what you're getting. me ranting.its not something fanciful and unconnected to what i believe in, which is using this blog as an outlet to rant. like supposed bliss(haha... just kidding sis), waikibukakibubbalooshongo. haha.. ok so that was made up, but u know what im getting at. but then, never judge a book by its cover eh?

alright lovelies. thats it for now. more semi intellectual/ idiotic nonsensical discourse next time. when i feel like it.