you're the one that's fucking us up.
i'm betting against a care since there's no way i'll go broke. i've grown into knowing full better to ever expect i should fitfully discover company to come and help watch the world destroy itself with. it's just not in the stacking of the deck. this is directed to all of you who have discovered that through being a guy you pretty much get out of ever having to do any real work. i can't possibly imagine what your world is like. so stop reading now. this isn't going to charm you. i want to build and unmake not so much because the verbs sound romantic in a sentence, but because that's the only way i know how to act. i wish i could slide into a life where everything is pretty much waiting for me already. well kind of. no joke baby: the world of my heart's wildest dreams will terrify you to drop dead boredom. but it's my line in the sand, and an important one: don't make the mistake in disbelieving that i would sooner die with my dignity intact than to entertain the casual acquaintance of someone i have zero political respect for. entirely of my own choosing you might notice that i speak a language that must constantly be re-invented fairly play-by-play. it's just to above-all-else make it easier to truly capture and accurately represent all those countless casual human horrors in the world that you cause for all of us who will never be you. when they were passing out eyes-that-don't-close and drinking buddy licenses in the birth canal i picked eyes-that-don't-close. something's desperately in need of repair where my heartbeat sits. as of this typing there's only a single solitary dull briquette wearing a color photocopied mushroom cloud mask.
the only reason i don't give a fuck is because i don't really know how.
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