i dont harbor hope for things i can control. because that's senseless, and i want to thank no one but me when i cash in my chips.
i save up the hope for things ican't control. if my plane is crashing, i'm gonna feverishly masterbate in the bathroom, and hope we dont crash. because that's the other side of the coin. you not only dont have to worry... you can enjoy your shit too.
it's like how i'd feel if i was blind folded, sentenced to death by a firing squad, smoking my last square.
im gonna feel my heart beat in my chest. suck in my smoke making sure im nice and full of nicotine...
and wait for socrates and bill and the telephone booth to land and save the day. because why wouldn't it?
my favorite thing to do is throw things away. ownership isn't all it's cracked up to be. own what you need, scarp the rest man. or donate it if you're "one of those" i dont even recycle. so pfft.
we're not dead yet, right? let's party.
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