Well hello world. I suppose by now I should be reformed and want to help everyone out. I don’t have to struggle like I did and guess I lost my mojo. But…..you know…you always get a feel for the old shit like skid marks in your pants sometimes.
Crippling anxiety isn’t cured by doing well in life…I think that it feeds off that shit. You get one person unhappy and the boat shifts…the unknown is like an alligator in you toilet and you just blindly sat down. I mean who looks in there before they sit down? Could be a gun down there with string tied to the toilet paper roll you know.
I guess I come to vent, I would repent but what have I ever done wrong? Ok ok, lets not go into that….I guess I’m like some war criminal now that just wants to hide out in Iowa and be a Walmart greeter. Just fuck off and let me have some of my youth back. Not like health, I’m gonna eat like shit and never exercise. That train left the station, derailed and had the shit from return of the living dead onboard.
No I just want to look at the nice things I have and live in obscurity. Not saying that to be sad woe is me…so don’t even get that idea, and if you do eat a shit covered dick. No make that three at once. I just say that cause I like these things you may not, and I never got famous so I say let me have my peace and you have yours….and if you can’t? Well go write about it. Work on something, paint, play, act….do something.
Turn a loss into a win and then go out and write a book after your ready to retire. See even more money just by talking about the shit that made you decide you wanted to be great or be fucked. Can’t lose if you got nothing going on. Not here to motivate you, I am still working on shit like I always talked about….at the pace of an Image comic creator or that guy from GOT but
I’m getting there damn it.
So go ahead and try something or don’t.
Just remember to leave me the fuck alone when your dog runs away with your wife, you end up in jail for all the chainsaws covered in hookers blood they find in the back seat of your car and you get the death penalty and share a cell with a guy named Kisses.
I guess I come to vent, I would repent but what have I ever done wrong? Ok ok, lets not go into that….I guess I’m like some war criminal now that just wants to hide out in Iowa and be a Walmart greeter. Just fuck off and let me have some of my youth back. Not like health, I’m gonna eat like shit and never exercise. That train left the station, derailed and had the shit from return of the living dead onboard.
No I just want to look at the nice things I have and live in obscurity. Not saying that to be sad woe is me…so don’t even get that idea, and if you do eat a shit covered dick. No make that three at once. I just say that cause I like these things you may not, and I never got famous so I say let me have my peace and you have yours….and if you can’t? Well go write about it. Work on something, paint, play, act….do something.
Turn a loss into a win and then go out and write a book after your ready to retire. See even more money just by talking about the shit that made you decide you wanted to be great or be fucked. Can’t lose if you got nothing going on. Not here to motivate you, I am still working on shit like I always talked about….at the pace of an Image comic creator or that guy from GOT but
I’m getting there damn it.
So go ahead and try something or don’t.
Just remember to leave me the fuck alone when your dog runs away with your wife, you end up in jail for all the chainsaws covered in hookers blood they find in the back seat of your car and you get the death penalty and share a cell with a guy named Kisses.
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