This is your life... Good to the last drop, doesn't get any better than this. This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time. This isn't a seminar and this isn't a weekend retreat. Where you are now, you can't even imagine what the bottom will be like. Only after disaster can we be resurrected. If you don't fall all the way, you cant be saved.
It's only after you have lost everything that you are free to do anything. Nothing is static, everything is appalling, everything is falling apart.
This is your life . it doesn't get any better than this. You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else. we are all a part of the same compost heap, we are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. You are not your bank account, you are not the clothes you wear. you are not the contents of your wallet. You are not your bowel cancer. You are not your Grande Latte. You are not the car you drive. You are not your fucking khakis. you have to give up, you have to give up.
You have to realize that someday you will die, until you know that you are useless. I say may I never be complete. I say deliver me from swedish furniture! I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth. I say you have to give up. I say evolve, and let the chips fall where they may. I say a chair is not an insight into a better understanding of it's owner, a chair is a place to put your ass.
You are not a unique and individual snowflake. we are all part of the same compost heap. we are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. you are not your bank account, you are not the clothes you wear. you are not the contents of your wallet. self-improvement is masturbation. now self-destruction is...in cultures without soap, they use their urine, and the urine of their dogs to wash their clothes and hair, because of the uric acid and ammonia. And we just piss our fancy American piss, rich and yellow from too many vitamins. Rich and expensive and thrown away. could be worse. a woman could cut off your penis and throw it out the window of a moving car. you could be hit by lightning and your head could burn down to a smoldering baseball. You could be wading in a river in South America while tiny fish with barbed wire spines swim up your urethra and set up housekeeping.
Nothing is static. Everything is changing. Everything is falling apart, even the people who never frown eventually break down. There are only two constants in this life; chaos and pandemonium.
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