You know what really grinds my gears? These young preppies in SUVs naming their kids Kaden, Braden, Jaden, or some variation of -aden. And I have went to from a "cunt eating whore slave" to some who wants to "beat the shit out of anyone named Skyler." Draden, Kraden, Waden... I can't believe how this world is so laden with non-creative people.

I distance myself from non-creative people, and people who say they "can't" do things. they only people who "can't" do things are handicapped people, and they wear their reason on their sleeve. There are things I don't do cuz I don't wanna, and I have no urge, or reason; However, there is nothing I won't try, and I've never found something I can't do. I know I'm skinny, so how can I pick up heavy things and move them? I have my big friends do it. So by the power of my will it is done.

The nature of reality is your only limit.

I'm gonna start carrying brass knuckles around so if I see some big dude named Skyler I won't think "I can't beat this guy up without a weapon." That name, so vile to my ears. Not cuz it sounds faggy, to everyone else it sounds faggy, not to me. To me it sounds so snobby, ritch kid, fuckin abercrombie, SUV, name...

I've never been in an Abercrombie store, not even a foot, I have never shared air with those people I'll never own an SUV, as they are the most flagrant waste of energy ever. Life isn't a big rap video, it doesn't matter what you drive as long as you get to where you need to go, and you look good when you get there.

I have a friend who changed his major like 5 times and almost got his bachelors degree in psychology and I am happy he quit cuz he would have been the worst psychiatrist ever. His observations of me suck so bad, and he acts like he doesn't know me. He acts like I haven't walked thru fire before... that motherfucker. He claims I shouldn't be so irritable when it comes to shitty movies, music, and sub cultures of white people. He is blind and all he does is drink, and...

You know what really grinds my gears? These young preppies in SUVs naming their kids Kaden, Braden, Jaden, or some variation of -aden. And I have went to from a "cunt eating whore slave" to some who wants to "beat the shit out of anyone named Skyler." Draden, Kraden, Waden... I can't believe how this world is so laden with non-creative people.

I distance myself from non-creative people, and people who say they "can't" do things. they only people who "can't" do things are handicapped people, and they wear their reason on their sleeve. There are things I don't do cuz I don't wanna, and I have no urge, or reason; However, there is nothing I won't try, and I've never found something I can't do. I know I'm skinny, so how can I pick up heavy things and move them? I have my big friends do it. So by the power of my will it is done.

The nature of reality is your only limit.

I'm gonna start carrying brass knuckles around so if I see some big dude named Skyler I won't think "I can't beat this guy up without a weapon." That name, so vile to my ears. Not cuz it sounds faggy, to everyone else it sounds faggy, not to me. To me it sounds so snobby, ritch kid, fuckin abercrombie, SUV, name...

I've never been in an Abercrombie store, not even a foot, I have never shared air with those people I'll never own an SUV, as they are the most flagrant waste of energy ever. Life isn't a big rap video, it doesn't matter what you drive as long as you get to where you need to go, and you look good when you get there.

I have a friend who changed his major like 5 times and almost got his bachelors degree in psychology and I am happy he quit cuz he would have been the worst psychiatrist ever. His observations of me suck so bad, and he acts like he doesn't know me. He acts like I haven't walked thru fire before... that motherfucker. He claims I shouldn't be so irritable when it comes to shitty movies, music, and sub cultures of white people. He is blind and all he does is drink, and my analysis of him is that I have never met someone in more denial... what he is in denial of is a mystery. I have a fools love for him. I'm done thinking about him, wondering, caring, because he is trying to be a car salesman, and he wounded me long ago and the scar remains, internally.

I love drugs and alcohol, but I hate what they do to people. I like the idea of booze, it's classy, fun, and sexy, but it turns people into fucking retards who lose control of their emotions. It's like an emotional slot machine when you're drinking... I get drunk once or twice a year and feel like shit, so on, so fourth. I like a nice tall Guiness from time to time, if the price is right. I like smoking reefer, but most of the time I get to existential and think too deeply and end up getting a headache or having strange apocalyptic paranoid delusional fantasies about the government killing us all with police and viruses.

I hate all white people with more than 5 million dollars. Anyone with more than that can't possibly spend it all and they are doing nothing to make the world better and to fight all the evil lies of men that have been destroying humanity since the Egyptian tyrants.

I am now suicidally violent...