life doesn't care. and the only constant is change.
i hate when people say that shit. that type of shit is depressing useless, and that whole glass half empty bullshit. but it doesn’t stop it all from being true. the opposite, the postive can still hold power to however…the only real joy you can get out of life is the joy you make for yourself. love won’t do a thing to you, you don’t want it to. your life is your own. why don’t you stop being the guest star in it.
waste of a brain in there heads. waste of breath in there lungs. waste of words learned. waste of everything…and not the people you;d think. the people with muscles and hands do what they can, the lame and filthy fill there duties as being the people we make fun of. but those. you “artists” who claim to be the soul of society. do nothing at all.
you know bluetooth? alright i think it’s a good idea. but look buddy. you’re out the car, you’re hands are free. take that fucking shit out your ear, you sound and look like the biggest fucking idiot on the planet.
those who look at life through a safe glass. and those who rumage through the trash. those who can live only in their head, and those who cannot afford the luxury. those who retreat to bed for days when the creative power doesn’t flow. and those who are not foolish enough to shut down. those who believe they are above, and those who do not wish to be.
i have a job. i make legit money. i dont fuck. i dont drink. i dont smoke. i dont bust teeth…not anymore. and waht kind of life is that?
months ago. i had new pussy everynight…anonymous pussy. if someone sent me over a flash of disrespect, his ass was stomped flat. my zippo lighter needed fluid every couple of weeks. and skin sweat whiskey.
now i rise at 6 a.m., or sometimes 4…unload a truck for a grocery store, stock there shelves and head home.
what is it about my nature…the nature of being human…where the negative impulses give me more life than that of a clean breath, clean soul, clear air.
ahh well. i’m still the fucking man. and i am always going to be better than you.
i really enjoy being stupid boring and uninteresting.
you boring uninteresting pretentious fucks who use the word pretentious to describe everyone and everything else need to grow the fuck up. you hippie fucking idiots who really fancy yourselves insightful could not be further from “truth”, the one thing you claim to cling to. who am i talking about…no one in particular. just the masses…because all of you who cry, bitch and moan, about the heavy stupid establishment, who follow the heard…you are now the fucking majority, you’re the fucking cliche. because sorry to break it to you, at this point in exsistence, everything is a cliche.