RANDOMNESS
Has anyone else noticed the yahoo banner to the right of the screen? It appears to have grown since last time yahoo forced itself upon my site. If anybody knows how to get rid of this fucking eyesore, contact me at [email protected].
Note how I took the time to put this month's rant into sentence and paragraph form, even though it still may not make sense. You may thank me by sending me your credit card numbers.
Sign the guest book, if for no other reason than to prove you're not quite the giant cretin your family claims you to be.
That is all, Mr. Attitude.
There's something very bad inside me trying to get out. No, I did not eat a long expired burrito last night, this is something far worse than just gas, peons, and it could happen to you as well.
I know I'm a miserable bastard who hates just about everything, but there were a few things on this accursed rock that did bring a smile to my face. Those things are still here, but they no longer even give me a spark of happiness. They haven't changed as far as I can tell, but I have.
I feel like a 50 year old man, living in a large house with the blinds shut. Angry at the world because no one comes to visit me, not even the Jehovah Witnesses. Bitter at a world that has shunned me simply because of what I choose to do is not how they want to live their lives. And even more acrid because I can't be like them. For some reason I can't accept that everything will be alright, I cannot be positive or "hope for the best." Life has taught me that "the best" does not come from Life, no matter how hard you strive for it. All Life has showed me is a glimpse of "the best," right before Life dumped a big steamy pile of shit on me. Then Life proceeds to monkey-stomp me as I try to climb out of the feces pile.
After many years of this, you think one would be used to all the shit. But how many times have I told you? You're too stupid to think, so let me tell you that the answer is no. No, because one still hopes that someday, things will finally go right. But they won't.
This is not a plea for help or pity, because I desire neither, this is simply a warning of what I can see mankind becoming.
Without Hope, we shall cease to be human and take a huge leap backwards in the evolutionary chain. What "separates us from the animals" is not or large brains or opposable thumbs, but it's our minds and our emotion, and although other creatures no doubt possess both, ours is far more developed.
Despite my pleas for everyone to die, I do not wish the genocide of all human kind. This genocide does not exclude the stupid however. So lock your doors, simpletons, or you just may find me, or someone like me standing at the end of your bed with a shotgun...or fire.
"We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War, no Great Depression. Our Great War is a spiritual war, our Great Depression, is our lives. We've all be raised on television to believe that someday we'd all be millionaires, movie gods and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact, and we're very, very pissed off" - Tyler Durden, Fight Club
Just something for you to think about.
There you go. That's all you get for now. So go back to your pointless little "life." Back to your jobs, your boyfriends or girlfriends. Back to cable t.v., shitty music and numb minds. But never forget, wankers I'm still here, and as long as Mr. Attitude lives and breathes, your minds will not be safe.
