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My bike, fucking died. This goddamn motherfucking piece of goddamn useless motherfucking machinery killed itself this morning.

I am pissed off and very tired. Go fuck yourself beautiful weather.

We are all one mind weight of potential chaotic.

Just a bunch of heavy brains floating in space adhering to a gravitational law that even we have yet to measure. A bunch of soft withering flesh waiting to asses this universe from its finality found in raw jelly to a concussed history of some meandering regality.

And so, where this potential chaotic waits patiently, a time bids its line. A fog slowly draws from the midst of some long lost thermonuclear holocaust. So for a while, hid behind the law of refined harmony, sits the two heavy curved strand beating terminal velocity. A pulsed anger grinding its own tare into the fabric of itself.

Potential chaotic. A mind weight of sum.

Bruises

I re-read what I wrote below and have a couple of things to say.

I was angry, frustrated and just generally callous with how I was thinking about the world at large. I really don't want this world to remain a shit-hole nor do I wish for any type of war, especially in the middle east.

I am not entirely sure why I would write something like that. Perhaps it had something to do with an overzealous pessimism asserting itself against our current geo-political culture. Then again, maybe Im just a douchebag.


In any case I apologize for any feelings I may have distraught or people offended. I am Sorry.

PS: Hey, guess what? My first official retraction.

Pretty sure this world is a joke.

Top officials with clandestine projects out to fuck the rest of the world over. Everyone just wants to protect the all mighty doller. No one really cares what happens except when there is money to be made and powers to be sealed.

As long as I have my mansion on my secluded island right?

Fucking assholes. I wish a real war breaks out soon. Then at least I have an excuse to assassinate someone. Fuck Isreal, Fuck Gaza. I hope the middle east kills itself. Atleast they get to go out while the going is good.

Too cool for school son. You don't even know.

What am I doing here?

I sit and stare at the wall and ask over and over again. What am I doing here?
Do I have some purpose? Some divine inspiration condensed into some egotisical fun ride?

Existential crisis: Part 5 of infinity.