No...I had a shit day...I'm allowed that. One day, when I come to the realization that being a rich, patronizing fucking shit-blazing asshole benefits me better, I'll make the paradigm shift. Trust me, you get further along in this great race of madness it seems. No rest for the weary. I'm too Godamm, mother fucking, ass-raping sensitive for my own good...why did God curse me with that BULLSHIT response to the inane? You try to appease people and the shit that they fling at you on a day to day basis, when the realization of it all involves the complete disregard for anything humane and rational. You do something for someone, and it comes flying back in your face as the penance for your under-performance in areas that you skinned your ass for, it's quite disheartening. I've only obversed through experience, that this world is only out for itself, and it conditions each and every one of it's creatures to do the same. One of my favourite movies tells a great tale. In Trainspotting when young Renton is spouting about his mate Tommy, he says, "You could always get the truth from Tommy. That was one of his major weaknesses." I've no patience for clarity right now. This is my intense existence I should embrace. I know how to handle my meltdowns. I plow right through, and wait.
Fuck everything. Just plain mother-fuck the whole damn lot.
Nails. Eat. Fucking. Nails.
Don't. Turn. Your. Head.
Blood-stained days...
Sunny skies ahead.
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