We all die someday, wouldn’t you like to see the look on the faces of those that you leave behind when they go through old notebooks and see writings and drawings and doodles that you did at different points of your life?
It is my turn to sit here and tell you about the world, it’s inhabitants, and yourself. All of it, in every way, completely and utterly fucked. It is your fault, it is the fault of the others. It is the fault of your parents and theirs. It is the fault of the distant, long since deceased great aunts and uncles, the cousins whom nobody wanted to talk to at those awful family gatherings that you were forced to sit through in the sweltering heat pretending like you gave a fuck about anything anyone had to say, frantically checking your wrist watch to see if it was time to start boozing to make this damnation not seem so insufferable.
The world is fucked, it has always been fucked. From the second this rock was blinked into existence (whether you believe some pederast in the sky, or, some massive implosion/explosion combination of meaningless debate and chaos) it has had clock spinning in reverse pinned to its back marking it for the end. At the very center of this giant beast, its very core is quintessential to the survival, just as the heart is to any other living creature. But if it were to bleed out onto the surface, onto that beautiful face covered in acne, tears and patches of hair, would sacr and destroy this creature. Yet no-one seems to give a shit. This planet in perfect harmonized chaos, is spinning around a massive ball of gas that could blink out and take us with it. All the while hurling into the endless abyss.
Then it, this beautiful entient being spawned these parasitic ticks that spread like the cancer in your grandparents veins (raping the body worse than the final stages of AIDS) Destroying it from the outside in. These Monsters crawling across the surface burrowing their grubby little claws down in to squeeze blood from stone. These monsters killing the beings with higher consciousness and firm understanding only because they hinder their “furthering” of “fortune” and “wealth”. Keeping the peasants at bay, constantly on the hook needing for what this rock had to offer and the lowly price of their soul, their life.
Soulless peckerhead, so easily forfeiting your life. For what? The hope that you might be able to one day not be so enslaved, so wiped and buried in the heaps of manure that you choose to let them pile on. You are fucked, for the same reason the rest are fucked. You are a MORON! You are less than on, you are completely off! You, are one of the vile critters trolling around the rock, letting those global piranhas feed away, letting the rapist fuck your own mother.
All of you fucked, all of us, all of them. Before, after, and the next to come. There are those miserable, trying to fight the idea that they are one of the fucked members in society. One of those drones, the losers, the zombies plaguing the earth. Stop fighting it, be content with being raped on a daily by the machine that was created.
Hey would you look at that the big hand says Fuck and the little hand says Off.
hot things to say during sex:
- aw man i shot marvin in the face
- silly caucasian girl likes to play with samurai swords
- you got two jobs; kiss good, and make sure my hair don’t get wet
- the d is silent
- [faking Italian with a southern accent] bon jorno
- BECAUSE IT’S SO MUCH FUN JAN
It’s always raining in my head, but that rain never drains out. Just a cycle of absorb, evaporate, and fall. Fun is rolled in by thunder rumble and the fleeting flashes of lightning crashes. Tantalizing the surface, the pitter-patter feeds the seeds to grow the trees of dreams that scream out from deep inside the brain.