Fuck, We gotta do this. This is for you, punk. No bullshit, no discussion, no replies. Tonight you keep your mouth shut. This shit’s important, time to get deep, deeper than ever before. Straight to business. It’s you, it’s always been you. Nobody else. Sure thing they fucked you over, kicked you down and kept kicking. They disgraced you, humiliated you, dragged you through the mud, that never changed. But you, you pussy. You never did anything about it. And We’re not talking about fighting back, We’re not referring to going against their insecurities. It’s about you, you never struggled, put up a fight, against your own insecurities. You know damn well what We’re talking about. Never did something about all the stress that swirls through your veins. As if it matters what people think about anything you ever create.
You’ve managed this on other aspects, though these won’t do you any good when it comes to this, will they now. No, it’s about this here. How long before you grab your balls and create something. Create that which you should’ve long ago. It’s simple, it’s hard, it’s everything, but it definitely is Ours. You gotta go deep, way down into the pit of past failure. We shouldn’t and you shouldn’t care about mistakes. There’s an advantage swimming in an ocean of wrongs, though only if you’re willing to flip waves into goods. Damn that sucked, but you see, at least We tried. That’s what it’s about, trying, going in to it, way down into attempts at achieving something, which means We’re completing one thing until it’s finished. That’s a manner of grabbing those balls. Really going through with whatever’s in front of you.
The Blame
That’s a hard thing, We understand, though We need this and you know this. You know damn well We need to dig deep into this madness. It keeps Us sane, and you need this too, don’t deny that. Fuck, fuck, are you even listening, really taking this shit to heart. We wonder, can you handle it? Is that the issue at hand? Fuck man, We’re always out of time, don’t you get that, why won’t you get that. All the time you wasted, We wasted, can’t be blaming that shit all on you. But most of it, most of it’s yours, the blame. Damn, never thought We would go this route, attacking you. You’re Us and We are you. So let’s do this together, no one else is coming, no one is coming to save Us, you know that damn well.
Turn off that damn background noise bullshit. No distractions, no trailing off, zoning out. Take this shit seriously. From today onward, We need, and especially you need, some more discipline. Don’t care how We or you get it, but We need it bad, need it real bad.
So What If You Fail
So, what’s up, punk, you up for this, little bitch. You ready for that payday. Then get your ass to work, get that stinking ass off the metaphorical couch and start grinding. All the past work, those last couple years ain’t shit. That was simply to prepare you for this, all that shit you’ve been through just the same. Though they ain’t excuses, those hardships, they are fuel, nutrition to feed the one and only madman caged in that brain of yours. So what, let them say you’re crazy, let them say whatever they want, it’s about you. No one else. For once it can be about you, and now you’re gonna shy away from that? Why? Why so afraid, pussy? What’s there to be afraid of… nothing. Nothing at all. And so what if you fail.
To fail is to learn, or at least gain the opportunity to learn from your mishaps. There’s no other way it seems. You know this, that’s the sad part, though still, after all this time you’re still afraid to fail. What, because it’s in a public way? Because everyone could witness the mistakes you made? Damn you’re such a bitch. Afraid of being a loser. Newsflash, you’ve been a loser your entire life. So, you only stand to gain something. And true, that shit will take time, sure, that mess will unfold and spread before you can clean it up and deliver a polished piece of yourself. But understand this one thing. Even winners either were or will be losers. That’s just life. Sometimes you fucking win and sometimes you’re just too weak to pull through. It’s not giving up if you come around and try once again. That’s the way it works. So stop bitching about your leg. Either take a break, fail, and possibly come back stronger, or continue and risk severe injury but probably come out stronger.
Inner Turmoil
This shit ain’t nothing, but it ain’t much either. None of it is next level, you’re after next level. And damn man, it’s a long ass road. But you turning off that background just now proves you’re willing and We respect that. It’s a first step, it’s one step that can lead to the next, and it’s with each of those steps that We get closer to Our inner turmoil and figure out what to do with this. Best bet is to write the maddest paragraphs ever seen. Are We gonna, that depends on you. That’s all We can say about whether you’ll, We’ll, manage. It’s up to Us, and up to you to slather this down. There’s no one else, never was, that could crack and understand this mind. Maybe that’s the ego talking, just maybe, though We know all those who tried failed. And there were some specialists involved.
That’s something, isn’t it? Must mean something to you, it certainly does mean something to Us.