How many notches I gotta carve out to show you that I'm the sole survivor? I've overcome odds by doing nothing, by bending like water with the sun beating me down under the influence of quikcrete. Then I see these people that claim to be something or more than I am or ever have been shitting where they eat everyday. I suppose that's a sign of high society though like fucking your sister though right? They make me think of a cum dumpster chew toy and bag of Cheetos. Its just so funny to see someone obsess over something or someone, intangible how do you know your not talking to a gangrene wallflower in a pair of corduroy's working off their Ablilifi debt? How do you know its not a big floppy dick on the other side of that wall of text? Or...is it that you secretly want it to be sure it's a fat cock special waiting on the other side of an IM or text message?
It's a twisted world that really needs to get a check in on reality when logging time on a mobile device becomes more acceptable than interaction with real people, wives, children.....your favorite dildo . I suppose it all comes down to the fact that the game is managing to fail at failing because to fail you have to try which is impossible when your fans are calling. But we all know wet dreams are better than masturbation and pics on tumblr beat blowjobs and pussy all day, like a social vampire sucking America dry they are what is driving the world we know today. I say fuck it shut the social media off for a week and watch Darwinism at its finest.
See how many starve without being able to point and click, or tap and text. Oh and if you comment on me blogging? I do this for entertainment I write em offline, I've done this as a hobby for years, and this is more explanation than any motherfucker asking deserves. I don't live my life to be connected, Id rather connect my lips with a good beer and my dick with something fire than type on a keyboard and jack off my imagination all day. Also if you think this is for you, you probably think too highly of yourself or spend too much fucking time doing just what I was talking about. If your still offended come see me I'm not hard to find and I got plenty of reality to share with punk motherfuckers that think rollin a dice will save their life.
This blog brought to you by the letter "Y" like "why the fuck dont you just buy a hooker".
See how many starve without being able to point and click, or tap and text. Oh and if you comment on me blogging? I do this for entertainment I write em offline, I've done this as a hobby for years, and this is more explanation than any motherfucker asking deserves. I don't live my life to be connected, Id rather connect my lips with a good beer and my dick with something fire than type on a keyboard and jack off my imagination all day. Also if you think this is for you, you probably think too highly of yourself or spend too much fucking time doing just what I was talking about. If your still offended come see me I'm not hard to find and I got plenty of reality to share with punk motherfuckers that think rollin a dice will save their life.
This blog brought to you by the letter "Y" like "why the fuck dont you just buy a hooker".
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