So, wow, i clicked a few buttons, and now attention is focused. Fuck, i have the floor. I am hurt by others that i have hurt. And i deserve it. I am a naive child with matches, who doesn't deserve to claim dependence to that paradigm. Today was my last shift at whole foods. I have a "burger flippin' degree", so the highlight of my negligible subsistence outcome is to drink a few and celebrate my upcoming step into another tier of pulverizing mediocrity and doldrum. SALUT WHITE MAN! Make more films involving cheap props and condiments while i wait for my actions to retreat into forgotten crevices and metastasizing inertness bearing craters.
I was willing to appreciate myself tonight, and this is a swashbuckling absentee defect, and i cling for mercy when it uncoils. But it incorporates fragility and desperate musk, so it falters and chimes limp, even when I am finally imbibing glistening smidgens of internal bolster. When you have a good time, you are probably bothering or causing wreckage upon a mortal you've had the honor of miscommunication. Plus, you have to forget the ills of the world, consume dutifully and repeat. De-romanticizing self disgust, anguish and aloofness is the ultimate virtue, those matters that give you meta-understood "depth" is the tasty crustacean of the cognitive spectrum. Self entitlement is the downfall of man. I want to probe a nemo toad with my unctuous, towering infrared extremity dart and i don't care who fucking disapproves. I will change this world you know if you allow me to taste more truth, and i fucking love and hate all of you.