salt : airplane ::
a) left : north
b) brown : chocolate
c) sock : plasma
d) news : ramsey
Most people I know would think of me as a waste of life. A smart young man, who could probably really make something of himself, flips bugers for a living. He is quite poor, but he just scraps by, and is happier in general than at any other point in his life. True, it is not at all what he would have imagined. He always knew he could end up pretty much any where from prison to quite wealthy. And I think the major problem in his life is that just can't see the point of anything really. All the shit people, do every day, why do they do it? Jobs? Wealth? Fame? Happiness? Or just beacuse it's what people do? I mean, in the end we are all going to die. And then that's it. Hate to say it, but it makes sense. You were nothing before, why should you be anything after? Man is intelligent, we have science. Science tells me that after-life doesn't make sense. So, you can be the richest, most famous person in the history of the world, remembered for millions of years, and it doesn't matter one bit, cause you are d e a d. Sorry bud. And so what do I do? Work. Earn money. Try to be happy. Because it's what people do. If I spent all my time thinking about the fact that everything I do is entirely pointless, I would go fucking bat-shit-balls-to-the-wall-one-hundred-percent-quacked-out-of-my-twisted-and-sick-little-mind.
And I smoked some really good pot.
b) brown : chocolate
c) sock : plasma
d) news : ramsey
Most people I know would think of me as a waste of life. A smart young man, who could probably really make something of himself, flips bugers for a living. He is quite poor, but he just scraps by, and is happier in general than at any other point in his life. True, it is not at all what he would have imagined. He always knew he could end up pretty much any where from prison to quite wealthy. And I think the major problem in his life is that just can't see the point of anything really. All the shit people, do every day, why do they do it? Jobs? Wealth? Fame? Happiness? Or just beacuse it's what people do? I mean, in the end we are all going to die. And then that's it. Hate to say it, but it makes sense. You were nothing before, why should you be anything after? Man is intelligent, we have science. Science tells me that after-life doesn't make sense. So, you can be the richest, most famous person in the history of the world, remembered for millions of years, and it doesn't matter one bit, cause you are d e a d. Sorry bud. And so what do I do? Work. Earn money. Try to be happy. Because it's what people do. If I spent all my time thinking about the fact that everything I do is entirely pointless, I would go fucking bat-shit-balls-to-the-wall-one-hundred-percent-quacked-out-of-my-twisted-and-sick-little-mind.
And I smoked some really good pot.