i am human. i am the greatest fucking tool in the world.
i am twenty two years worth of self development; a hotbed of skills, stories, and creative thought. i'd even go as far as to say i am an interesting human, a strange mold-breaking foundry fuck-up crammed with real thought and idiosyncratic insight. and yes i do hold myself above many but that is mainly because the shit i like is cool, and our generation is filled with fuckin' retards. i am willing, able, and equipped to do great, but what good would that do?
you gotta realize nothing fucking matters; unless it matters to you. and what matters to most is pure bullshit. what matters is passion, talent, and bonds. everything else is based solely on monetary value and a sense of normality.
sorry i am not furthering my "schooling" and "career". sorry i still fail at getting a "normal" job, or for that matter living a "normal" life. sorry i am not climbing a ladder that is most definitely in the process of being kicked from beneath. i don't like the way the generations have transcended, and i will continue not being a part of it. rewind the calender half a century, and take a long fucking look. it boggles my mind how such a resilient, bright, intuitive breed of humans have devolved mentally into the dribble that leaks out of loathsome lovers today.
feeling the slightest guilt for the simpleminded guises i do not follow, only induces a discharge of stolid detachment.
"what are you going to do with your life?"
- live it motherfucker.
