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April 5th, 2006
6:05 PM
I am a nobody, I am the lowly scum that wouldn’t even stick on your shoe if you stepped in me. I am a self-loathing, self-mutilating, heartless son-of-a-bitch; and this is a story all about me.
For the twenty-three years that have passed since my birth I have wanted to be famous. Not famous in the way DaVinci or Vango or people who start bands and then four years later nobody can even recognize their music are famous, but I want to be famous like Elvis or Plato. But mainly I want to be famous like Jesus Christ was. I don’t want to be famous only after I die or only while I’m alive; I want everlasting fame. I want to be the Twenty-First century savior of mankind, there will be novels written about me, not just this shitty little journal.
When I was younger everybody said I would amount to nothing and I always told them they were wrong and just to wait and see. I suppose it would have been the same for Jesus; I mean who would believe you if you said you were the son of God? But that never stopped him now did it? I mean look how many followers he had… has, I don’t think you could have gone anywhere in the Middle East/North Africa region where people didn’t know who he was. Love him or loath him they knew who he was.
April 14th, 1996 was the day that I realized the truth. On that day when I was 13 I saw the sky open up revealing a great foreboding darkness. I kept thinking that I should feel terrified, but instead I was filled with a sense of joy that could only be known to a newborn baby, or that crazy guy down the street that’s always laughing after he hasn’t taken his medication in over two weeks. In that void I saw everything that was good and true, nothingness is the only answer. On that day I realized that the only way to save man kind was to end it.
6:05 PM
I am a nobody, I am the lowly scum that wouldn’t even stick on your shoe if you stepped in me. I am a self-loathing, self-mutilating, heartless son-of-a-bitch; and this is a story all about me.
For the twenty-three years that have passed since my birth I have wanted to be famous. Not famous in the way DaVinci or Vango or people who start bands and then four years later nobody can even recognize their music are famous, but I want to be famous like Elvis or Plato. But mainly I want to be famous like Jesus Christ was. I don’t want to be famous only after I die or only while I’m alive; I want everlasting fame. I want to be the Twenty-First century savior of mankind, there will be novels written about me, not just this shitty little journal.
When I was younger everybody said I would amount to nothing and I always told them they were wrong and just to wait and see. I suppose it would have been the same for Jesus; I mean who would believe you if you said you were the son of God? But that never stopped him now did it? I mean look how many followers he had… has, I don’t think you could have gone anywhere in the Middle East/North Africa region where people didn’t know who he was. Love him or loath him they knew who he was.
April 14th, 1996 was the day that I realized the truth. On that day when I was 13 I saw the sky open up revealing a great foreboding darkness. I kept thinking that I should feel terrified, but instead I was filled with a sense of joy that could only be known to a newborn baby, or that crazy guy down the street that’s always laughing after he hasn’t taken his medication in over two weeks. In that void I saw everything that was good and true, nothingness is the only answer. On that day I realized that the only way to save man kind was to end it.