Wednesday, September 23, 2009
You can't say fuck on tv....
You know Mark Twain once said the difference between the right word and almost the right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug. There are only a few words that can convey the sense of disgust I’ve grown like a mold over my conscious. And that word, my friends, is Fuck. Fuck I’m sick of other’s stupidity. Fuck I’m bored with the mundane atrocities of life. Fuck the recession. Fuck the war. Fuck the government. I’m fucking tired of having the same conversations about the same lame night over and over again. Fuck, can you people please refrain from quoting Dane Cook and Dave Chapelle. Those were relevant to pop culture around the time cargo shorts were a fashionable choice. And it saddens me that the last sentence will leave some of you scratching your head. You lemmings, you are all a cog in a bigger machine that produces monotony. You’re bored with your life and you hate your job. It’s your fault. Throw a monkey wrench in the gears of your existence and do something, something interesting. And I don’t mean start trying new restaurants or taking a different route to work, you stagnant schmuck. Quit your job, move to Egypt. Make impacts whose echo will reverberate through your soul. There is no place like here and no time like now. Open your eyes wide and leap. You can only land in the cesspool from which you came.
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