Mother Armenia

About two weeks ago, I went to Armenia.  At some point, I will show pictures, but because every picture takes 15 minutes to upload here,you're going to have to wait.

Yerevan, Armenia has statues.  A lot of statues.  I would say that the statues were randomly distributed, but I don't understand randomness; it's easier for me to say that the statues were positioned in such a way that sometimes I thought each one was silly, sometimes I thought each one was sad.  But for every statue I sawI  realized that I was completely wrong about the Soviet Empire Yerevan, Armenia is a much smaller city than Lincoln, Nebraska.  But Yerevan has more statues, has more books, has more hope.  Yerevan is a small city, but if you were able to see the statues...

I climbed up the top of the Cascades of Yerevan...and though I'm fat I decided not to take the elevator.  My heart almost gave out, but I was powered by the hatred (thanks Skeletor...er...thanks Dad...I guess your intense hatred has fueled me in a way that you can't understand).  From the almost top of the museum (how pissed off was I that the monument wasn't finished!), I was able to see the smog...and I saw the statue of Mother Armenia.  Monotheism destroys statues, inhibits creativity, and cuts off the hands of poets. Atheism allows 3 colors:  grey, white, and brown.  I will take   those three colors, as long as I still have my hands.  Let me have my hands.  Mother Armenia still has statues with hands.

I'm not a poet, but I can tell you this one thing:
I'm asked to know verbs
I'm asked to know jesus
I'm asked to remember you
Sometimes I can, sometimes I can't.

I have a weirdo sister, I have a fallen friend.
I have a friend that keeps on singing about sadness,
I have a friend  who has found his voice.
I can only be me.
So...uhm...suck it.
It's me.   With my irreplaceable glasses
but my already broken heart.

Just remember my name.

I have so many pictures; I have so many ways to show you that you have no idea; I have so many things to ask you this:  can you really believe?  And, because I know the answer, why do you?