That’s right. Fuck you. What are you gonna do? Just sit there and stew, that’s what.
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I LOVE every fiber of my being. Allow me to explain why. Well for starters, let’s face it. We all know I’m a fool. I come out here and fling poo at just about anyone who will pay attention. I’ll fling poo at the things that mean a lot to you but don’t mean anything to me. I fling poo at myself, because no one gets out of this unscathed.
I’m a politically incorrect (but correct) Bipolar Schizopheniespiolidocious man child who aspires to do nothing other than upset balance and make music.
But I am free. I don’t owe anyone anything or nothing. No one governs me. I am probably one of about ten human beings alive who genuinely doesn’t care what people think about him. But that isn’t even the best part.
I bring great joy and laughter to good people. I infuriate bad people. It’s fucking true. I am a real life superhero. I am The Reckoner. My mere existence gives good people strength and bad people ulcers, and anxiety. If you love me, it’s because you’re a good person. If you hate me, it’s because you know I can see the real you and it makes you incandescent with rage. It makes you jealous because I have the balls to be the real me and you are a parody of what you desperately want people to believe about you. Or in short, you’re an angry piece of shit who will die angry and alone.
I live a charmed life. I am blessed and fortunate for who and what I am. I am the most powerful man in the world. My mere existence destroys bad people and inspires good people. I em eternally thankful for that. You can suggest this knowledge is nothing more than schizophrenic delusions of grandeur, but if you honestly believed that were true, then you wouldn’t have that angry little knot in your stomach as you read this. You wouldn’t even be here. But you can’t stay away. Because I fucking own you. You’re my bitch.
See you next blog, you spineless mind slave.