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i'm going to be a fucking sixteen year old little fucking shit forever.
rebellion without a cause, naivety, speeding in cars, american suburbs, promiscuity, being worried sick to the stomach, having new used clothes, gossiping, talking shit, fist fights, being up too late, being pretentious, being wrong yet always right, having crushes, asking dad for money, using pseudo-intelligence, having post-wits, keeping in touch with the "love of my life", psychedelic expeditions, parties, bonfires, alcohol, dancing, smoking, stealing, bitterness, angst, jealousy, love, peace, chaos, typicality, diversity, hatred, & YOUTH.
all are more relevant to life than paying bills and settling down. i'd rather die an idiot than die utterly rational and responsible.
i'd do anything to fight mitosis, anything to fight the mental barriers of becoming ideal, instrumental, real, reasonable, feasible, rational, practical, wise, witty, & OLD.
(someone put me out of my misery when i retire)