There is a period of time in my life where I cannot help but observe the phoniness and arrogant ego
of everyday human beings. The day you give up hope on the species might just be your ultimate day for
celebration. Now don't get me wrong, we all have an ego, but I feel it causes more damage to us than
cucumber sandwiches. How do you cope with the world your living in other than watching a horror movie
while jerking off? Revenge seeps in to the consciousness at the weirdest and most sincerely honest times.
I guess the question is: How do you deal with this? For the record, I told my girlfriend that I wouldn't 
like to write anything at the moment because the last writings I published made my life a living hell of
unimaginary proportions. I don't like the idea of your fiction writings becoming your real life experiences
and that is exactly what happened to me goddamnit, I hope you're listening Jesus you son of a bitch, I 
want turkey on my sandwich next time!!!

As I chew gum, I realize how dumb I can be sometimes with my innocuous statements, however they play out,
at least I do not need validation for them. I am a writer, and I am a lazy writer, for in my eyes, that
seems to be the path of least resistance. I guess the parental nagging brain left me a long time ago.
However you want to see it 'shut up stomach, you have no part in this' as I clench my breath in anticipation,
there seems to be a growing increase of fewer ways to express how pissed off I am and always will be at this
culture called ............ and now for our intermission. The damn fucking wifi doesnae work, I wish 
Daniel Day Lewis would just scalp my head like Last Of The Mohicans. Mandingo has arrived! Brokeback Mountain
part two! Now lets continue the tirade. Oh and fuck you beta. What? You can't load yor server so that
I can start a small UK music tour and get payments? What kind of a fuckin conspiracy did James and the
giant peach conjure up this time? You should be afraid of me when I'm angry because, like joy, anger
also comes in abundance and it feels, oh so fucking spectacular, because not a single fuck could've been
given on my part, because I would just be riding my ostrich Larry the Arch Nemesis into the setting sun
forever more. NEVERMORE

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