if ive never told you to, "stop being a goddamn pussy,"...we're probably not friends.
sometimes i think you kids can handle it...but sometimes im wrong.
...and it only motivates me that much more.
im not much. i wont ever BE much.
but every goddamn day i will lie to myself and pretend i will be.
occupation; professional bullshit artist.
i have words. thats all. and with these words i intend to challenge you even on the lowest level.
i have one obligation to you. one. to shake your foundation, regardless of what it is. whether its, religion, politics, scene drama, parental control, sexual topics or why october fall blows donkey balls. because if you've been reading for any period of time you should expect to be offended at some point, if you're not, im not doing my job.
lets all clap for the online martyr, "yeeeah chris, i love what you write." even when im not writing what you want?
bummed because im not name dropping enough? good.
bummed because im name dropping too much? good.
bummed because i shit talk your favorite band? good.
bummed because im not living up to what you think i am? good.
bummed because i stand up and shout from the rafters that most of what we're being fed is bullshit? good.
bummed because i dont know how to shut my mouth? good.
bummed because you cant stop reading? good.
bummed because i just. wont. go. away? good.
bummed because im an attention whore? good.
bummed because its always about me? good.
bummed because my online 15 minutes were up 16 minutes ago? good.
bummed because of my self-important, ego-maniacial rantings? good.
bummed because im living proof that you can live the life you've always wanted to live? good.
bummed because someone challenged your little world?
your little safe place where mommy and daddy corn fed you in a little politically correct pen lined with trust funds and true religion jeans? good.
i offend.
i spit upon.
i defy.
i stand alone.
and i smile fuck yous at a world of smoke and mirrors...and while i may be going down in flames as the pilot of middle finger airlines, i will keep yelling, "quit being such a goddamn pussy," while you take your place in line with the rest of the lemmings hurling yourselves off the cliffs of a 'safe and easy life'.
get dirty. get fucking filthy. get poor. get off your ass. get desperate. get dangerous. get vilified. get vile. get romantic. get fucked. get moving. get productive. get pro-active. get started. get your own life. get doing something. anything. because before you know it you're 40 with kids, a mortgage and responsibilities that cause your life and fun to come second. so before cancer, before children, before 50 hour work weeks, before back and knee problems, before school loans, before you lose your sense of humor...fight.
fight and fuck and run and smile. smile because the older you get, the less you will.
so yes, "quit being such a goddamn pussy," because bitching and whining and worry never made anything better.
consider us friends.
i dont provide answers, i only ask lifes essential questions wrapped in smiles and fuck yous.
if you 'get it', you're not behind me...you're standing arm in arm with me.
if you dont.
you're just one of them.
keep reading.
...and it only motivates me that much more.
im not much. i wont ever BE much.
but every goddamn day i will lie to myself and pretend i will be.
occupation; professional bullshit artist.
i have words. thats all. and with these words i intend to challenge you even on the lowest level.
i have one obligation to you. one. to shake your foundation, regardless of what it is. whether its, religion, politics, scene drama, parental control, sexual topics or why october fall blows donkey balls. because if you've been reading for any period of time you should expect to be offended at some point, if you're not, im not doing my job.
lets all clap for the online martyr, "yeeeah chris, i love what you write." even when im not writing what you want?
bummed because im not name dropping enough? good.
bummed because im name dropping too much? good.
bummed because i shit talk your favorite band? good.
bummed because im not living up to what you think i am? good.
bummed because i stand up and shout from the rafters that most of what we're being fed is bullshit? good.
bummed because i dont know how to shut my mouth? good.
bummed because you cant stop reading? good.
bummed because i just. wont. go. away? good.
bummed because im an attention whore? good.
bummed because its always about me? good.
bummed because my online 15 minutes were up 16 minutes ago? good.
bummed because of my self-important, ego-maniacial rantings? good.
bummed because im living proof that you can live the life you've always wanted to live? good.
bummed because someone challenged your little world?
your little safe place where mommy and daddy corn fed you in a little politically correct pen lined with trust funds and true religion jeans? good.
i offend.
i spit upon.
i defy.
i stand alone.
and i smile fuck yous at a world of smoke and mirrors...and while i may be going down in flames as the pilot of middle finger airlines, i will keep yelling, "quit being such a goddamn pussy," while you take your place in line with the rest of the lemmings hurling yourselves off the cliffs of a 'safe and easy life'.
get dirty. get fucking filthy. get poor. get off your ass. get desperate. get dangerous. get vilified. get vile. get romantic. get fucked. get moving. get productive. get pro-active. get started. get your own life. get doing something. anything. because before you know it you're 40 with kids, a mortgage and responsibilities that cause your life and fun to come second. so before cancer, before children, before 50 hour work weeks, before back and knee problems, before school loans, before you lose your sense of humor...fight.
fight and fuck and run and smile. smile because the older you get, the less you will.
so yes, "quit being such a goddamn pussy," because bitching and whining and worry never made anything better.
consider us friends.
i dont provide answers, i only ask lifes essential questions wrapped in smiles and fuck yous.
if you 'get it', you're not behind me...you're standing arm in arm with me.
if you dont.
you're just one of them.
keep reading.