You know. I gotta say something. Don't I always. Yeah but not like this. I mean I think I'm a reclusive kinda ok guy...but I'm not. I'm an awkward asshole. And I see people like to challenge me based on this. Like today, a coworker...helped me whatever...I guess guy thinks hes my master...superior....something. I guess people dont realize you cant beat the dog its whole life if it ain't always been a bitch eh?
So I guess I don't come by often enough now. Or maybe I wore out my welcome. Does it matter as long as I bring money? If you know what Im talking about...then that's a no prize...if you don't...then just realize I was venting...like that thing you do when you drink and drive, or put on clown make up and jack off in the front of the christian bookstore.
This is that moment you realize you are indeed...an evil person. You try to kid and say nah man I'm not...but you know what...you evil af bro.
Yeah Im lookin peepin...im like man this is all I want. Then I say. Man fuck life would be by me for me...if I wasnt here. Is this like the shit they taught us...the anti Darwinism mentality to be copacetic and platonic...monogamous manimals? Biological androids...caught in Charlotte's kerosene web...
Short thoughts...short attention span? Nah I got a long one...and then I like to concentrate on things too. I mean how many times in this life can you not do what you want, not live for you...and still say Oh I'm happy through gritted teeth...oh and you own multiple guns...put the roll of that dice in there too guys.
Yeah, Someone come up with a solution and fucking tell me. Let me find out...for real and shit....even...I mean...yeah....keeps it one hunard even....
I guess I been forcing it too long. Forcing caring forcing success forcing everything you ever thought you wanted to be. Stress the fuck out, keep half ass trying. Don't have time? Force it, blame it...rationalize it. Its like this society, saying oh but your great at it...when you feel like you ain't even took off the training wheels.
Why do such useless people reproduce? Is it like an overactive imagination? Like you have an overactive labito and better sexual performance since you lack intellect? I dont know. I have an overactive labido....ask any woman twenty four and up...and I have..or used to have quite an intellect. Fuck. I keep that used to part in mind.....
Yeah we back. In black. wait. I should surely not be saying that...since my attire is navy blue.....and well....this is pc year and we aren't talking computers.
Which is probably not a subject for this spot...this cry whiny nay....for help....but I digress.........
So now you know I said I was coming back....but I never left. I was just out in the rain. Working like a beats of burden...breaking this back...forgetting all the wit and shit that made this part of my little slice of Americana.....
Yeah I know that's like the 2016 lament bullshit. Do I care? No. Should you? Na. Its just a statement I made since what 1996? This world is here to vamparize you and cannibalize your good merit, it will fuck you if it can and you know it. But hey if you speak it your negative...terrible...you gave up....fucked...piece of shit dont bring me down....*waves hand* I give no fucks what you say about my outlook. Its mine. I pay for it daily. When you put in on the rent...speak on it.
Yeah. I mean to write this one before...probably before I got involved in that thing you guys like to call a relationship again. So I could probably like throw out some lewd non innuendo at Robin Quivers like a naked care giver with a fetish and lots of strapons and sexual decompressants all over my vest....kinda like a suicide bomber but I'm here to make it a white macadamia nut shake and I found a few holes that need to get the works.
So its been a while people....thought I died? Na not yet...not Dracula but def on the level of a Lazarus type. Besides, you know I been gone so I could set up my campaign to be your next President...I mean hell Trump got them votes so what about me?? You know America loves me!
Anyways don't worry now you know I got this fresh and new for you like a trash can turkey and some toilet dressing with a side of ants and rotisserie flies.
Bring money. Isnt that the order of the day. No the life. The love. The relationships. Its like being black and dying or if your white....paying taxes and dying. I hear this shit every day. I fight the mirror and rationalize. I let guilt keep me in place like I got hit by a haymaker from Mike.
Your Saint as seen during last call.