Ok ok, so here we are again for another week in the mind of a master of the Primus inter pares effect or was that victim of imposter syndrome? Hmm I don't know maybe I should go down to the hardware store and grab some dynamite.....then throw it at a Brady Bunch parade while quitting lines from Frasier. But I never was a big fan of Frasier or Mr T chains...I was more a fan of drinking diesel and dressing up like an Islam fundamentalist in with a chainsaw for Halloween and passin out toilet sandwiches with a thousand yard stare....
or maybe Im like the vet you see on the corner with a skateboard that's talkin about how John Wayne shot Tupac or how we the people were born in a pet cemetery relying on fishing in winter with a pantyhose turd dildo to coddle the masses. I don't know I try not to rely on mob mentality to deal with the cyst that is life and no I do not believe that life is what you make it. I would say I will look through the eyes of others but its hard. Why you ask? Because they are so fucking crossed from sucking dick that's why, its a cyclops trying to see through a glass eye. So keep your Ittis for the reruns of Home improvement and call me the White Samuel Jackson or a Nihilist because like you keep hearing in white rap I just don't give a fuck.
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