Yeah I put on a movie today just to kinda distract...while working on ironing out some issues with my old laptop that feel victim to someones careless coffee habit. The prognosis is positive...just waiting on the parts for the full repair now. But that's not where this was going...I put on the Steve Jobs movie with that tart Ashton Kutcher. Its a good movie...albeit boring....but well done from what I have paid attention to. Of course it could be better for most since its got that thought provoking quality to it.
See its some of the line either well written or very well said by the man himself...not the man like Ric Flair though, flair would chop jobs so hard he'd get shocked back to life killed and buried all over again. Still he talks about doing things different and passion for what you do...Well I think I have that feigned passion at any given thing but never truly do I grasp it.
Yeah. I suppose I'm so cold old bastard, I'm kinda devoid. So when I say I gives no fucks...you can get out a time machine to go back and see just when I did give one, morloks and all. I mean if I had it I wouldn't still be here...id be promoting a book or something by now. I think I would have stayed an artist....never a poet...it was kinda of that experimental phrase in writing that all I am sure have stumbled upon...over..into..its like gum on your shoe...and when you notice it and pull it off it's stuck to some dog shit...that green kind with grass in it...that real only stinks when you dig at it or try to wipe it off.
Anyways I suppose that's one admittance of guilt though I have never described in detail what art i did or where it was...it should be up one of these years on a Wikipedia page...yeah then all shall be revealed but it would just be a rumor...gossip...nothing more. Since all evidence has much in a way gone the way of Batman...gone without a trace...and without anyone really giving a fuck. Ah i'm sorry for saying Batman...shouldn't I have said...Gone in a way like a reasonable Spider Man movie....or story in marvel comics.
But I wont break your aching heart here, I will reveal those things one day...in time....if I remember. It will be boring, you will be like "why the fuck do I read this guys shit". Then maybe I will be gone a year or two...come back at forty and fuck your world up...maybe Ill have a book out by then and send you a VIP copy care of reading...
Or maybe I will be back on the streets having wasted anything I was never given....and live on...without passion of course, since bad nerves and responsibility not morality are the stumbling blocks of....happiness and success...in the field you love.
not success.
Youth should never consider themselves philosophers since they are so full of shit in their delusions. Enjoy the life given before you have to tolerate the one earned.
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