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WHY SPEND ALL YOUR TIME ON THIS PIDDLEY SHIT
WHEN YOU COULD BE OUT CURING CANCER.

WHY SPEND ALL YOUR TIME ON THIS PIDDLEY SHIT
WHEN YOU COULD ACTUALLY BE PIDDLEY SHIT.

. . .

WORKING TO GET A DEGREE AND THEN WORKING TO GET A JOB AND THEN FINALLY WORKING TO GET MONEY IS JUST WORKING TO GET NOTHING. I OFTEN WONDER WHY WE WERE PUT HERE, ON THIS PLANET.

WHATEVER THE REASON, IT'S NOT TO PAYOFF MY STUDENT LOANS. FUCK ALL

. . .

and my intellect is severely crippled. i can't write a perfect paper anymore, I get bogged down by all the details, or rather, all the details i am supposed to include.

papers try to persuade X

assp A
assp B
assp D
assp if A and B then C
assp If C and D then X
A and B
C
C and D
X

follow this formula, and you, too, could be a great writer.

{

if child then learn
if learn then work
if work then $$
if $$ then nothing

if nothing then learn
if learn then work
if work then $$
if $$ then nothing

} x AVG. LIFE EXPECTANCY OF HOMOSAPIEN.

it's all you. / it's okay you're a rabbit.

a leaf-rubbing picture you did at the park. sketches of hands still living somewhere. prepubescent crushes come bachelors degree pheromones. bad ideas about the future and cars, and things like embarrassment. we need to adopt igloos as our new homes so maybe we can adopt degrees of humility and respect while staring into our icy caverns.

we need to _______________
we need to _______________
we need to _______________
the future is )
permenant
oblivion
playground
drenched
primp the meat with your hands or knives and watch juices flow. the future gets fatter and juicy. use a serated tip and stab with your left. right is for cutting fat. your face hole is for intake and outtake. your holes are for intake and outtake. feel the pressure:

we need to _________________ .
we need to _________________ .
(back-up plan)
if we don't need to __________, we need to ___________ .

unlimited desires as our stomachs govern our fate: food-bound, intravenous-bound. piggies covered in ivy and plastic tubing. the smell was overwhelming, they'll say, have you met consumer?

"he was good man but his kind never stop."


....

it's okay you're a rabbit.

i was beside a man that published over 80 books. i wanted to ask him why he wrote over 80 books. somebody called him prolific. it's not a matter of what books i'm going to write, he will say, it's a matter of which ones can't i write.

the successful people have stamps with their names written on them;
the stamps say: "I am a successful person."
if you need one of these stamps, please become note-worthy and send a self-addressed, stamped envelope to:

i don't know how he kept doing it, or why.
flood control, please stop this fucking rabbit.

80th post-pandemonium.

1
from the moment we are born, we are sentenced to eventual death. this much we know, why bother preaching death. the west believes death. flogging dead horses: habitual masturbation.

2
i gave a man two dollars today, and he handed me two condoms. so what. one condom was black, another condom was green. as if we really care what the phallus looks like, so long as it achieves its purpose.

3
and maybe nothing lasts forever. maybe a lifetime is forever enough (for despair, happiness, shame, pride, whatever, apathy).

problems squeezing large, over-complex bodies into scales of time we cannot comprehend, eventually giving up. we can barely understand ourselves, let alone other people, other systems.

4
sometimes tired of abstractions, sometimes tired of death.

death.

death, so what?

i tried putting the cat in a small box today. she clawed my arms and back to hell, she screamed and fought her way out of the box, running away, into small hiding corners. she didn't want to go anywhere, and for some reason i'm obsessed with death still.

rat tale.

today, i found an old photograph of myself when i used to be happy. i looked so fucking boyish. it was probably taken around the time i went bananas.

i was thinking of this picture while driving, and a rat crawled into the street in front of me. i tried to swerve out of the way, but i ran the rat over, killing it. through the rearview mirror, i saw a dead body melting into the road behind me.

temporary over tradition.

because tradition becomes temporary repetition.

let's become immortal brains hurtling through space!

FINALLY A NATURALL SUPPRESSANT THAT WORKS FOR EVERYONE

What if you could fool your brain into believing
that you are full?

Imagine the weight that you could lose if you
could JUST REDUCE your appetite. This miracle drug
has been around for thousands of years but only
recently has it been made available to the general
population.

Hoodia is an ugly cactus that grows deep inside
the African Kalahari desert thriving in extremely
high temperatures. The San Bushmen of the Kalahari,
one of the world's oldest and most primitive tribes,
have been eating the Hoodia plant for more than
100,00 years to stave off hunger during long
hunting trips.


After 30 years of scientific research,
Hoodia is finally available for modern man!

. . .

apparently the modern man eats too much; apparently the modern man believes things could be better if they didn't want to eat so much.

the modern man would be much better if they didn't want.

during decline, i wish we could pick an exact point where it all went wrong, where we can say "this is where he (the modern man) lost control." Now, further, if only the modern man could see his future timeline layed out so he could see this point and choose to stop it, or simply know its coming and being helpless as it approaches. but most problems compound, smaller problems become bigger problems. capillaries that pour into bigger veins, arteries, etc, until shortcoming is at the very heart.