Fuck

[spatle2darogerb]

Things are fucked up. Well, I suppose its not fair to say that 'things' are fucked up. More correct, I am fucked up. I am a rock. A fucking rock incapable of feeling remorse for those that I have known for a great deal of time. Attachment is not something that I am experiencing right now. I am just living day for day. If I act nice to you, its because I want to act nice to you. If I seem like I like you, there is a possibility, but it takes 2. Yes, it's one of those.

What in the fuck am I talking about.

I could go on and on and on about what I am going to do to myself, all night, to make myself feel better. Or, I could just leave everyone else out of the loop, and glow in my own festering night of horrors. I think it would be wise to pick the second. Yes, I choose to fuck all of you.

Fuck school.
Fuck enemies.
Fuck immortality.
Fuck my past.
Fuck my future.
Fuck what I know.
Fuck what I don't.
Fuck war.
Fuck misunderstanding.
Fuck disintermediation.
Fuck good-byes.
Fuck 'future' planning.
Fuck corporate society.
Fuck car dealerships.
Fuck grocery stores.
Fuck fat ass rich woman.
Fuck convenience.
Fuck the weak.
Fuck people incapable of creating their own pain.
Fuck everyone that quits because it hurts.
Fuck whatever I have become.
Fuck memories.
Fuck law enforcement.
Fuck the judicial system.
Fuck anarchy as a universal symbol for 'rebel'.
Fuck Queen Elizabeth.
Fuck gas-powered vehicles.
Fuck flags.
Fuck everything you think you know.
Fuck what you think you know about me.
Fuck realization.
Fuck ignorance.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.

Kyle Jaye.