for those of you not myspace inclined.
So today while in extra super suicide mode, I came to the conclusion I will never succeed. I will be an angry, disappointed, useless tool in a big corporate machine until I die, which of course will be long before I get to retire thanks to something I didn't even really have control of.
People are not born with the mental tools needed to survive. You learn them from parents and various other role models. And if your role models have shitty parents too, chances are your double fucked. Anyways, You cant pick your parents or who they are or what happens/happened/will happen to them. If your parents are meth addicted prostitutes with a penchant for fisting babies, jokes on you. If your parents are Jason Voorhees and Pamela Baker, jokes on you. If your parents give two fucks, jokes on you.
Thus, some people are happy and you know, doing the right thing, while I fumble again and again, never fully satisfied. My parents ruined my life before it began. BUT I cant be mad, because their parents ruined theirs. Hey "god", why dont you pull one of those neat "evolution" tricks(ya know like the one where girls started growing boobs and getting their periods at age 10, as opposed to 13/14/15, so they can be on Montel talkign about how their 34 year old stoner uncle Bilp,yes Bilp, got them knocked up...i've gotta ask was that for entertainment purposes or what?) and start having everyone be born without genitals or make this whole bird flu thing follow the fuck through, because french fried fece fuck, society is puke in a pot pie.
Everyone feels like this at least one day in their life but either arent intelligent enough to word like this or aren't an attention craving scumbag who "blogs" oh-so-frequently like myself.
And then their are the people I will never,ever,ever fucking get. 49 year olds with 5 kids making tacos for 9 bucks an hour, living in the projects wallowing in their own filth. The thing is, they seem so fuckin' happy. Why/How? Ignorance is bliss. I wish I knew nothing. I wish I was MORE a part of the fucking corporate ladder,ONLY alot dumber so I never knew it smelled like twice-chewed shit in this weekend-carnival-portajohn of a world we live in/grave we dug.
Their is no fucking happiness. Only stupidity. Or maybe there is. It just comes after you become so numb to inanity and hideous shit, which I doubt I'll ever be. I dont think us "crazy" people ever get their, because maybe we aren't so crazy, maybe we are just fucking awake. MAYBE WE ARE ALL KNOWING.
MAYBE IM NOSTRADAMUS.
Maybe you can fuck my grandsisters ass six times fast, and I won't give two shits.
That'll be all.
Your friend and mine, The frontal lobe.
People are not born with the mental tools needed to survive. You learn them from parents and various other role models. And if your role models have shitty parents too, chances are your double fucked. Anyways, You cant pick your parents or who they are or what happens/happened/will happen to them. If your parents are meth addicted prostitutes with a penchant for fisting babies, jokes on you. If your parents are Jason Voorhees and Pamela Baker, jokes on you. If your parents give two fucks, jokes on you.
Thus, some people are happy and you know, doing the right thing, while I fumble again and again, never fully satisfied. My parents ruined my life before it began. BUT I cant be mad, because their parents ruined theirs. Hey "god", why dont you pull one of those neat "evolution" tricks(ya know like the one where girls started growing boobs and getting their periods at age 10, as opposed to 13/14/15, so they can be on Montel talkign about how their 34 year old stoner uncle Bilp,yes Bilp, got them knocked up...i've gotta ask was that for entertainment purposes or what?) and start having everyone be born without genitals or make this whole bird flu thing follow the fuck through, because french fried fece fuck, society is puke in a pot pie.
Everyone feels like this at least one day in their life but either arent intelligent enough to word like this or aren't an attention craving scumbag who "blogs" oh-so-frequently like myself.
And then their are the people I will never,ever,ever fucking get. 49 year olds with 5 kids making tacos for 9 bucks an hour, living in the projects wallowing in their own filth. The thing is, they seem so fuckin' happy. Why/How? Ignorance is bliss. I wish I knew nothing. I wish I was MORE a part of the fucking corporate ladder,ONLY alot dumber so I never knew it smelled like twice-chewed shit in this weekend-carnival-portajohn of a world we live in/grave we dug.
Their is no fucking happiness. Only stupidity. Or maybe there is. It just comes after you become so numb to inanity and hideous shit, which I doubt I'll ever be. I dont think us "crazy" people ever get their, because maybe we aren't so crazy, maybe we are just fucking awake. MAYBE WE ARE ALL KNOWING.
MAYBE IM NOSTRADAMUS.
Maybe you can fuck my grandsisters ass six times fast, and I won't give two shits.
That'll be all.
Your friend and mine, The frontal lobe.