Woke up to another day, room is empty, it's just me, god and devil. I've got food for lunch, i've got food for dinner and breakfast, i've got drinking water on my sink and a working toilet, i got money for the bills, i've got a car to drive and i've got weed for later. There's internet too but no TV signals. My job sucks. It always did. At this point in time i believe the job you do in particular doesn't matter, the problem is having to have a job in the first place - That's the real fuckery - it's always going to suck in it's very premisse. To live is to be enslaved by your own hummanity.

Last year i got so asshole. I couldn't give a fuck even if i tried. I remember i walked into a theater club, decided to take some lessons. And i was so fuck-free that even tho i was underweight and looked like a piece of fucking shit coming out of a horse's asshole, i'd walk around the place like i owned the fucking thing, i couldn't even care about not caring, it just happened. I acted awesome.

"Why is this piece of shit acting like that?"

Incoherence.

You're not suppose to feel and act amazing if..

  • You don't own a good new car.

  • You don't have a muscular fit body.

  • You don't have a decent position socially.

  • You don't score HB10's constantly.

  • You don't have white tooth paste ad's smile.

  • If you don't totally and completely fit the awesomeness criteria to feel great, you shouldn't, it's against the rules.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA

Seriously?

What if i missed that class?

People begun hating me for that. Know what i'm saying?

People who believed their satisfaction, their identity, status and their measure of happiness were attached to their external egotistical representation begun hating me when i challanged their beliefs regarding that. I had nothing and i was still fucking awesome. Eloquent. Fuckless. Free. Calm. Happy. Satisfied and Energetic.

Their whole reality got shaken because i just shoved down their faces that fuck no, you don't need any of that crap to be happy, you just need to go ahead and be happy. That's just it. Be fine with everything. Let the shit fall where they should.

The ones who liked me were also the ones who didn't give a fuck. They were just oblivious to the whole thing of status - People who would get authority figures staring at them questioning why the hell is that person talking to me like that. Why aren't they nervous? I'm important for fuck's sake! Why are they treating me like any other normal individual?

Oh, you're important? LMAO.

Nah, we're all people who happen to be alive and we don't have any ideas why the fuck we exist. Shut up!

Anyways, i couldn't give two fucks to fucking either. I was there enjoying theater lessons. I'd do what i could. Reach where i could. No fucks given. No worries. Just flowing with it. Seeing where it takes.

Later that year a got this HB8+ calling me and asking me to go to her place to fuck her.

Another one i fucked too and she was close to a 8 too but 10 in style, i mean, she was a fucking model.

I didn't care.

I didn't even try.

I just went with it.

I forgot that i need a lot of shit to be happy and then i happened to do it without the requirements, it still worked.