Can’t See Jack Shit
I can’t see jack shit. That is right, jack fucking shit. I honestly can’t see jack. fucking. shit.
What can’t I see? Exactly the point, what can’t I see. Well let’s see here: can’t see anything beyond my own mind yet at the same time can’t see anything profound inside my brain.
How useless is it to be trapped inside one’s head completely forever and ever and yet be unable to use any of that weird brain stuff that comes so naturally to others.
Maybe I shouldn’t be so attracted to the things that freak people out.
Maybe I shouldn’t be so attracted to the tings that freak people out.
Maybe I shouldn’t be so atracted to the tings that freak people out.
Mabe I shouldn’t be so atracted to the tings that freak people out.
…maybe. Honestly I don’t even know anymore. My well has been dried up quicker than your moms vagina in a psychologically abusive relationship. My eye for everything and nothings and useage and not so much has become blind, much like those annoying beggars who sing for food in Slumdog Millionaire. My pain, suffering, anguish, loneliness and all things that made me stupid, pathetic, and pretentious has been cured through the phallic shaped object of my affection.
Is this autobiographical, prophetical, historical or psychological? Is it a yes yes no, or a yes no yes, or a no no yes? Does it make sense that I am asking questions that no on can answer to seem more and more intelligent and deep?
Of course it does, it’s supposed to evoke emotion. Through evoking emotion you feel better about yourself for answering the questions and equally like me more for validating your answer. By feeling better about me you relate to me and find what I say more interesting. You’re best friend will inevitably be your worst enemy (SON OF A MOFO THAT WAS DEEP) why? Because they will be honest with you.
Can you trust people to be honest with you? Nope. You can trust no one, nothing, not even this shitty little self absorbed blog they call twitter. You can trust perhaps one thing in your life, your sexual urges. You have to eat, sleep, shit and talk to survive and they dont need you. Sexual urges are mutually needy and needless. Everyone needs to fuck, and yet don’t want to fuck just anyone, but will fuck just anyone because they need to fuck while not needing to fuck to survive.
Nietzsche went without sex for almost his entire natural born life. He went crazy and died from syphilis from a brothel outing. He had sex once. He created philosophy. He was german. His moustache was huge.
These are facts people, these are god damn facks. Faks make sense if not in context of the informational bias we put on everything.
What’s informational bias? Pretentious made up phrase to make my faks statement seem more interesting…..
So the moral of the story is:
