If You Are My Friend Then You'll Know What This Means...
Hello, to my long forgotten friend(s)!
Dear A Wilhelm Scream: Thank you for existing...
Dear Tim Koch: Thank you for brewing Sam Adams...
No one likes to be happy with the good shit, do they? Come on! We're all just pushing a rock up a hill until it falls down again. Over and over. We have been cursed without asking for it. Sisyphus is the story of our lives.
And by the way, Fuck slugging through the bullshit to get to your goal. If your goal is shrouded in bullshit then your goal is bullshit. What could be so different about it? "I just need to do this before I can do this." No. You should not live your life in a hypothetical syllogism.
Oh, and a life is just a novel that you're writing. And why would you want to read a novel if you already know how it's going to end withing the first chapter? Change it. Surprise yourself. Write yourself into a new character.
This would be more poetic if my brain were working.
And I have been sneezing snot across my own lips. I have more to say but no one has even read this far.
"And I wake up and think, danget, who's seen this already?"
At least I look like I like to party.
Dear A Wilhelm Scream: Thank you for existing...
Dear Tim Koch: Thank you for brewing Sam Adams...
No one likes to be happy with the good shit, do they? Come on! We're all just pushing a rock up a hill until it falls down again. Over and over. We have been cursed without asking for it. Sisyphus is the story of our lives.
And by the way, Fuck slugging through the bullshit to get to your goal. If your goal is shrouded in bullshit then your goal is bullshit. What could be so different about it? "I just need to do this before I can do this." No. You should not live your life in a hypothetical syllogism.
Oh, and a life is just a novel that you're writing. And why would you want to read a novel if you already know how it's going to end withing the first chapter? Change it. Surprise yourself. Write yourself into a new character.
This would be more poetic if my brain were working.
And I have been sneezing snot across my own lips. I have more to say but no one has even read this far.
"And I wake up and think, danget, who's seen this already?"
At least I look like I like to party.