listen... FUCK self-respect...
it leads to self-esteem. and what the fuck do any of us fucking monster ape super predators have to esteem without being totally fucking deluded? I'LL TELL YOU WHAT: everyone's really busy, and life is hard, a red queen race that's almost impossible to keep up with (YAY, CRAYON SHIN-CHAN IS ON!) and we all fill niches that are created by those silly, ig'n'rant forces beyond our control (which is pretty much every force.) i'm just saying, i don't want anyone to think that i'm unempathetic to their plight. i'm with you. i'm there. i'm pretty much lazy and useless, which is tough to maintain in a culture that generally feeds the lazy and the useless to the grinder unless they have money. fortunately, my family has a little money. not a lot, but i know how much a difference it makes. look... compared to some homeless kid living on the rails, i live like a king. compared to your average rwandan, i live like a god. compared to a cow, i exist as an ultimate cosmic evil, or at least one of their willing accomplices (i'm not out blowing up slaughterhouses, and i don't ever plan on it; in fact, i have a special affection for them as they saved the life of old man kurt and fucked him up to the point where he could write about three of the twenty-five books in all of western literature that are any good at all. this is a subjective thing, and, like, the rules are slippery (can you include marquez? are you going to have to slap the bitch down that demands you put in "gravity's rainbow" and that you just "don't get" pynchon, to which i reply that i get him just fine, and i want to get him in a mother-fucking headlock, wrench that shit a couple of times, and then burning hammer his pretense through a table on the outside of the ring, and then some faulkner dickheads would scream that at least three of his "novels" (and four of his sentences) should be on there, or at least absolom absolom, to which i say fuck all of Yoknapatawpha County and just fucking read to kill a mockingbird if you want a starkly true schooling in the post-reconstruction south without nary a twenty-page sentence to be endured. just a style of lushness that often belies the dark and terrible themes that boil just below the threshold, threatening always to align the stars in the favor of the elders.
I think i was talking about something, but as you may have guessed, i am awfully stoned, or at least as stoned as a fucking pothead can get on shit that isn't, you know, grown or sold around here to chumps like me. wait, why am i talking drug shit with you? i don't smoke marijuana, just go ahead and ask me. look me square in the eye, and i'll look back squarely, and absolutely deny it. why? because i have no problems with disregarding your retarded police-state social-control laws, plus i'm a white kid and white kids tend to get away with a lot more than other folks. i'll do as much about all the soul-crushing racism as i can, but we're running on borrowed time here, sort of.
it leads to self-esteem. and what the fuck do any of us fucking monster ape super predators have to esteem without being totally fucking deluded? I'LL TELL YOU WHAT: everyone's really busy, and life is hard, a red queen race that's almost impossible to keep up with (YAY, CRAYON SHIN-CHAN IS ON!) and we all fill niches that are created by those silly, ig'n'rant forces beyond our control (which is pretty much every force.) i'm just saying, i don't want anyone to think that i'm unempathetic to their plight. i'm with you. i'm there. i'm pretty much lazy and useless, which is tough to maintain in a culture that generally feeds the lazy and the useless to the grinder unless they have money. fortunately, my family has a little money. not a lot, but i know how much a difference it makes. look... compared to some homeless kid living on the rails, i live like a king. compared to your average rwandan, i live like a god. compared to a cow, i exist as an ultimate cosmic evil, or at least one of their willing accomplices (i'm not out blowing up slaughterhouses, and i don't ever plan on it; in fact, i have a special affection for them as they saved the life of old man kurt and fucked him up to the point where he could write about three of the twenty-five books in all of western literature that are any good at all. this is a subjective thing, and, like, the rules are slippery (can you include marquez? are you going to have to slap the bitch down that demands you put in "gravity's rainbow" and that you just "don't get" pynchon, to which i reply that i get him just fine, and i want to get him in a mother-fucking headlock, wrench that shit a couple of times, and then burning hammer his pretense through a table on the outside of the ring, and then some faulkner dickheads would scream that at least three of his "novels" (and four of his sentences) should be on there, or at least absolom absolom, to which i say fuck all of Yoknapatawpha County and just fucking read to kill a mockingbird if you want a starkly true schooling in the post-reconstruction south without nary a twenty-page sentence to be endured. just a style of lushness that often belies the dark and terrible themes that boil just below the threshold, threatening always to align the stars in the favor of the elders.
I think i was talking about something, but as you may have guessed, i am awfully stoned, or at least as stoned as a fucking pothead can get on shit that isn't, you know, grown or sold around here to chumps like me. wait, why am i talking drug shit with you? i don't smoke marijuana, just go ahead and ask me. look me square in the eye, and i'll look back squarely, and absolutely deny it. why? because i have no problems with disregarding your retarded police-state social-control laws, plus i'm a white kid and white kids tend to get away with a lot more than other folks. i'll do as much about all the soul-crushing racism as i can, but we're running on borrowed time here, sort of.