I feel like I haven't blogged in awhile. I don't know why; perhaps it was a streak of misguided optimism that temporarily squelched my amazing cynicism-powered creativity, but much to your relief (or horror. Just pick one, you indecisive cretin.) I've kept this burst of hopeful bliss brief. Now, for me to "express my feelings":
Fuck shit fucker fucking fuck. Cocksucking motherfucking scum-sucking bitch-ass asshole bitching bitches. Fuck. Bitches. Shit.
I know. The exhibition of the English language at it's finest. I always deliver eloquence in 30 minutes or less, or it's free, like the publicity you'd receive from you getting naked on Live Television. Trust me, "The Media" pursues stories with nudity with eager bemusement just because. They just cannot get enough of the milk-squirting tips of female mammories.
Alright, now for the meat of this post. If you're a vegetarian, fuck off. I'm going to try to keep this post under 56 paragraphs, in a brave attempt to make it moderately readable, or else we'll both lose; it'd be like Michael Jackson arguing with Joan Rivers about who has the more fucked-up face. But who knows? I may end up re-writing Les Miserables and setting it in "the future", making Jean Valjean a cyborg with ability to teleport short distances and to materialize zombie suicide-clone armies. Hell, if George Lucas can find new ways to completely fuck up the original Star Wars series, then I'm almost morally obligated to ruin classic literature just for shits and giggles.
I feel like I'm in a frying pan with bacon and grits at my side, being scorched by the deluxe non-stick surface made of the same material that NASA uses to make dildos for it's female astronauts. If you've never felt pressure like this, then you're either taking massive doses of Xanax or aren't a fucking human being, and need to GTFO, alien bastard bitch. There are times when I feel so inadequate that I can only compensate by for my festering shortcomings by bitching at strangers, being an asshole, and masturbating to Japanese porn at 4 a.m. in the morning. It seems as though if I fail, the universe will come down on me like Paris Hilton wearing night-vision goggles, but aren't allowed to succeed at anything, and God forbid that my friends and family lift a finger to offer me some encouragement. Curs.
Well, after a seemingly infinite interval of identical days, that things might be looking up for me. At that point, the Health And Fuck Administration raises it's omfg-meter to Phase 5, which causes needless widespread hysteria among the sheltered bourgeois of Utopia, as they scramble to their bomb-shelters, only to find out that the bomb-shelters have been converted into a very hip and cool Youth-ministry-run Video Arcade/Wednesday night church thingy. It's odd. I don't get it. Besides my not-so-subtle allegory alluding the government's false-flag pandemic scare in order to pass their border security blunt to the brother on the right, I'm expressing that the fat fuck, The Universe, has placed a ball-and-chain of fail around my ankle and no one gives a fuck, no one has ever given a fuck, but I believed fucking fuckers who lied to a upbeat obnoxious naive teenager version of myself that they, in fact, gave a fuck.
Due to these circumstances, I hold a general grudge against society, and I won't let up until I control at least 50% of the gold. Sure, I could be a cocksucking sycophant and leech my way to some marginal self-inflated form of success that fails spectacularly on a cosmic scale, but that would be no fun at all. That whole "The Best Revenge Is Living Well" bullshit is bullshit. "Don't get mad, get even" sounds better, but in recent decades, Congress has passed legislation that makes it illegal to "get even", thus reducing the saying to "Don't get mad." and putting pressure on me to just be this nice guy, who just works hard to get money and bitches when I get treated like complete shit all the time. Fuck that shit. That doesn't make sense in the real, rational world, and it takes a complete elitist self-righteous asshole with a soapbox to force it to be supposedly logical. And that, my friends, is why I don't give a fuck.
Oh, and have a nice day.