I tried to make the most of my day - never do that . . . things are bound to go wrong. Things get in your way and there are sharp edges everywhere just waiting for you to find them and bang your foot against them and hop around yelling naughty words.
Still, it wasn't all bad. I did what needed to be done - i don't know if I did it right, but I did it anyway. Right now I really don't care anymore. For me, attempting to do something that seems correct in other's minds, is a failed cause to begin with. I tried to succeed, but life (as Carlin put it) hit me in the stomach and kicked me in the balls and I say - enjoy it, take a fucking chance once in a while - what are you going to do? - play with your prick another 30 years? Fuck that. There's more to life than just pleasing others. It's about you trying to make it through another day. Again, we are born, we slave, we wither. I realise now, that life really is like George Carlin says it is - life is not that complicated - you wake up, go to work, eat three meals, take one good shit and go back to bed. Where's the fucking mystery?
I say that to myself every day. And you know what - it helps, it really helps. I urge all of you to look at your life and see how very absurdly easy it is. The only ones making it hard to handle, are us.
My sister just claimed that I'm the sickest person ever - did it really take her that long to figure it out? I mean I'm 20, for crying out loud. I realised that when I first saw my prick and thought "hey, that might be fun!". Well, she is slow sometimes - what can we do, huh?
Right, I'm going to drink and dance now 'till I'm 80 and am on a dialysis machine, doing liverdance with michael flatline . . . regards to mr Robin Williams
PS! Just remember that you're standing on a planet that evolving and revolving at 900 miles an hour . . .
3 comments:
It's making you feel quite unsignificant, doesn't it?
yes, it does. can we have your liver then?
Well alright.
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