Hanging off a shit string feels kinda bad.

Good evening ladies and gentlemen of the world. All you people who won't hear this shout in the dark... The eloquent words flowing from my fingertips in a dark room on a not so hot summer night. Lots of things constantly flowing through my mind. Thinking I might get some type of satisfaction out of articulating myself on a global scale.... Somehow I get some peace at the idea that some bloke in Australia might read this tomorrow and find truth in the strange meanderings of my mind. Most likely such an occurrence will not happen, BUT... it's possible...Anyways I've talked about nothing long enough... Actually maybe I haven't talked about nothing long enough and that's the problem. Hmm... Strange, I seem to always be writhing intros to things that never amount to more than a paragraph or two... Maybe 3. Now I will talk a little more about nothing but this nothing will be reflections of my human interactions, reflections on my I define as reality, the so-called beautiful coexistence of other entities... Today I am not feeling so good about the co-existence but who the fuck cares... Ok ok I might care a bit...

Why do I hate people? Well first and foremost... I am obviously the most important person in this world. Of course I am the most important person in the world... At least to me I am. How could I not be? I have a reality in the world and the reality revolves around my perception of it, my perception is my existence, and without it I am nothing. No matter what I do, it's for me, whether I give $100 to my best friend for no reason, I am still doing it for me. Because that's what I want to do, if I didn't want to give $100 away I wouldn't but because it's something I want to do, it's still for me... And in turn I will probably get more satisfaction over that $100 being given away then me spaundering away for a lap dance or two. Okay I just got a bit side-tracked. I am the most important person because.... I DIE ALONE.... Okay this has gone a bit off tangent but it needed to come out to get where I am going....

So, I hate people because, no one else in the world shares the same reality as me so they will never and couldn't never understand where my point of view is coming from and/or really understand me. It's my life goal to spend time trying to figure out who I am in this reality but I will obviously die feeling I know nothing about myself. However, since no one can ever be you or share your reality, you look for friend who seem to perceive things as close as possible to you. So in your life, besides the time you spend figuring out yourself, you spend trying to figure out who you're mostly likely to get a long with and to grow ideas with. You find out realatively early on that most people don't think like you, most people if they were to read my ramblings would be completely confused and think I am a hippy doooosh bagger, which I might be, but I don't think I am...

Okay, I think I might be getting a little bit over my head on this discussion tonight. Basically people piss me off. All I want to do is discover and create but stupid bitch ass skewed realities are holding me back. Well... Maybe it's not a skewed reality, it's just not a reality that aproaches things in any way like mine would and that's why I hate it... I fuckin hate it, I piss on their reality... It can eat shit in die, Superior Reality lies right here bitch! Ohh and I hope you're echoing the same thing in your head... Because it does, I can't judge your reality based upon mine, well only I can... and yours sucks balls! BITCH!!! okok? Did anyone get the point of this? Hope no one thinks I am fronting or anything....

ohh yeah, no one is gonna read this... G'Night Brain Holes.