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15 January 2009
Killing is Making a Choice
To a universal sense for everything belonging to the sacred sphere of religion, every man joins as artists should, the endeavour to perfect himself in some one department.
A Continuing of that Endeavour
A Continuing of that Endeavour
12 January 2009
Growth and Consequences; Neither are Present in the Current State of Man
This is merely to document the time. 4:31 in the am, Eastern Standard Time.
It will undoubtedly turn into something over time. Discard its current legs and grow new ones that fit its new lifestyle in high society. It will learn from the best universities how to ignore what is good for us and settle in its own waste. It will be taught how love the sound of its own voice so that it drowns out any questions that might be asked of it. It will learn to think like others, dress like others, talk like others, eat like others, fuck like others, puke like others. It will learn these things and at the end of the day when it is lying alone in its bed. When there is nothing else to fight off the suffocating boredom that is eating away at it. It will lay there and wonder. How did it end up here when it was birthed for the simple purpose of documenting the time.
As i stare down at my bloody hands resting on the keys, i wonder too. I wonder how many of these posts i will see tomorrow? How many will i talk to? Will one of them, while driving and undoubtedly using their cellular phone to send a text message to their friend about how wasted they were the night before or how many times they fucked the person they don't remember or how they shot heroin into both their balls and now they have AIDS because they shared a needle with someone they didn't know but was told was cool by their friend of a friend, slam into me while i am walking and kill me? How many will look me straight in the eye as lie? Lie, like i lied when i told them i gave a shit. Cat gets bit in the throat by a rattlesnake who gives a shit what kind it was. It's dead. What do you care? Who gives a shit what I say? because it is still 4:30 in the fucking morning and I can't sleep for the worry.
But who am i to say any of theses things? I don't know. I don't know what to write. All I know is that first you have got to get mad. you have got to say I'm a human being GODDAMMIT!! MY LIFE HAS VALUE!!! But what the fuck is that supposed to mean. This is this. Is that some fag-ity bullshit you ever heard? Isn't that a statement? JUST BECAUSE A MAN DOESN'T DO ALL HIS CRYING THROUGH THE END OF HIS PENIS, HE IS GAY! HE IS A FAG! Dude you don't fuck your girlfriend? Dude.. are you gay or something? You don't think with your dick?!? Man, you must be gay! Restraint is for gay people dude!! FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF HER AND LEAVE HER IN A DITCH BECAUSE YOU CAN'T COMMIT TO ANYTHING BECAUSE YOU ARE SCARED OUT OF YOUR MIND THAT SHE WILL THINK YOU INFERIOR BECAUSE YOUR FATHER NEVER GAVE YOU ANY RECOGNITION!
if you can't have mindless sex than what's the point of living am i right?
fuck it. it's almost 5. the cat is still dead. and andy warhol is still recognized as a legitimate artist.
WHERE IS THE AUTHENTICITY IN THAT? where is the justice?
It will undoubtedly turn into something over time. Discard its current legs and grow new ones that fit its new lifestyle in high society. It will learn from the best universities how to ignore what is good for us and settle in its own waste. It will be taught how love the sound of its own voice so that it drowns out any questions that might be asked of it. It will learn to think like others, dress like others, talk like others, eat like others, fuck like others, puke like others. It will learn these things and at the end of the day when it is lying alone in its bed. When there is nothing else to fight off the suffocating boredom that is eating away at it. It will lay there and wonder. How did it end up here when it was birthed for the simple purpose of documenting the time.
As i stare down at my bloody hands resting on the keys, i wonder too. I wonder how many of these posts i will see tomorrow? How many will i talk to? Will one of them, while driving and undoubtedly using their cellular phone to send a text message to their friend about how wasted they were the night before or how many times they fucked the person they don't remember or how they shot heroin into both their balls and now they have AIDS because they shared a needle with someone they didn't know but was told was cool by their friend of a friend, slam into me while i am walking and kill me? How many will look me straight in the eye as lie? Lie, like i lied when i told them i gave a shit. Cat gets bit in the throat by a rattlesnake who gives a shit what kind it was. It's dead. What do you care? Who gives a shit what I say? because it is still 4:30 in the fucking morning and I can't sleep for the worry.
But who am i to say any of theses things? I don't know. I don't know what to write. All I know is that first you have got to get mad. you have got to say I'm a human being GODDAMMIT!! MY LIFE HAS VALUE!!! But what the fuck is that supposed to mean. This is this. Is that some fag-ity bullshit you ever heard? Isn't that a statement? JUST BECAUSE A MAN DOESN'T DO ALL HIS CRYING THROUGH THE END OF HIS PENIS, HE IS GAY! HE IS A FAG! Dude you don't fuck your girlfriend? Dude.. are you gay or something? You don't think with your dick?!? Man, you must be gay! Restraint is for gay people dude!! FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF HER AND LEAVE HER IN A DITCH BECAUSE YOU CAN'T COMMIT TO ANYTHING BECAUSE YOU ARE SCARED OUT OF YOUR MIND THAT SHE WILL THINK YOU INFERIOR BECAUSE YOUR FATHER NEVER GAVE YOU ANY RECOGNITION!
if you can't have mindless sex than what's the point of living am i right?
fuck it. it's almost 5. the cat is still dead. and andy warhol is still recognized as a legitimate artist.
WHERE IS THE AUTHENTICITY IN THAT? where is the justice?
05 January 2009
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