It’s cute how we have our little journeys.
Whether it’s through the day or through a lifetime.
You are the protagonist, from your own viewpoint.
A great example of how perverse that can get..
Israel Keyes said in an interview “a lot of what I’ve done could be seen as a public service”
As in, killing people.
Because those people were no longer around to eat the planet and throw plastic into the ocean…
That’s some high fuckin level of rationalization..
High level…
It’s difficult to try and see through other people’s eyes.
I’m learning that wartime authors really got an eyeful..
And the humanity..
My God…
How on Earth…. how could you let someone guide your journey like that?
Salute the flag and protect the homeland and all that, but at what point?
Where is the line where you stand up?
You’d think murder would do it..
Or maybe there’s an equal or lesser reaction to flying some planes into buildings…
Maybe that’ stirred up some antibodies…
It’s disgusting.
And frustrating.
And I don’t hate kids.
Those are the ones to go..
And what’s more, the other side..
Fighting for a cause they believe in..
Shit man,, I KINDA BELIEVE IN IT…
What does that say about me?
Humans.
8 billion little stories and little journeys and little hangups and little struggles..
8…bah-hill-yun ..
(I hope you motherfuckers know what you’re doing…)
RIGHT?!!!
Holy hell….
Your journey…steals from my journey…
Let me say that again…
Your journey STEALS from me.
From the main character with nothing..
Nothing..
You take from me, and you go kill people with it.
You bulldoze the fucking landscape.
And you act like it’s all cool. Like it’s a perfectly normal way to be..
You STEAL.
I can forgive a lot.
I really can.
But something about reaching into a pocket and TAKING…
Eesh,, it sets me off.
And it makes me happy when you lose..
(Which is super fucked up)
Super fucked up…
While I’m trying to get through it, through the journey. A shitty lead character in a shitty little book.
Maybe we’ll compare books at the end,maybe.
You’ll pop out of the simulation and download your experience to others, and in an instance,,,
they’ll see your whole fucking life..
All the good and bad things you were..
Little journey,how cute.
How self righteous..
How self absorbed…
(How ridiculous)
YUUUUPPPPP
And I am as guilty as you…
Every bit as guilty.
No drink tonight.
No drinks.
You can choose to stay here, to sit with it..
Certainly…
you can choose to realize your own power and benefit others..
If you’re capable of that sort of thing…
If.
I’m gonna make some grits for dinner..
Cue joe peshi.
“what is a grit?”
It’s hominy.
Bone thugs and hominy..
(corn)
Perhaps some oatmeal.
Something lite…
Something hot.
(you’ll wake up tomorrow and do this motherfucker again)
Over and over …
HAAAA!
Ha…
H
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“we live in a broken home. And I’m too drunk and you’re too stupid to channel it into art”-roger the alien
dusk 