That damn ankle, it’s all to shit. Is that even a correct sentence. Well, we’ll just run with it. Both the line and that stupid ankle. It’s always something isn’t it. Thought We would’ve gotten used to that by now. Seems We didn’t. Feels like We never will. Can you, can you handle the perpetual occurrence of rotten luck? It’s luck nonetheless, it is some luck to begin with, rotten but luck, maybe rotten butt luck. What’s up with your daily dose of bad eggs? You know, crack the shell, stank all over, fills up the nostrils, watery eyes. Can’t see where you’re headed and this time the destination is important. Never before, never again. Just now, here. Fuck. It feels overwhelming. The stench creeps in through the pores and settles on the bones. You know, We’re yearning for this madness, that much is clear today. We’re still not on the program, still resisting to get with it.
Damn. There’s no end to it though. Do We want something more than this? What is it We want? Do you want more than this? What do you want? Fuck, what is it anyone ever wants. It’s a gas to guess. So, better stick to ourself. To Us it seems a slow game. We’re in this rut forever. Whatever type of mess that might be. Well, like We said, kinda starting to like it. Not in its fullest sense, still holding a deep grudge opposing the admiration. All We pray for is a particular ease of things when it comes to Our daily schedule. It’s tight. Is yours tight? Damn, how much sleep do you get? For Us, that’s a simple answer. Way below average. That’s that.
Means Nothing
This ain’t going anywhere, no clue as to why it’s this hard, this thing here. It’s the first time it’s this hard. Maybe We’re a little confused. We’re after it though, after that misunderstanding of self. It’s a hard thing to conquer, a harsh thing to tussle with. Fuck, We’re not even halfway the page. Time’s running out and We’re still on the same shit that means nothing. Could We turn it into something? That, Our friend, is the ultimate question, these days it seems. It shifts about and switches into some other ultimate pondering. A forever wondering that changes its destination with every wondering into a different pond of clearing mentality.
Now, witness the madness, this maniacal slather is for you. We’re drowning ourself in words, lines of reflection more often. We hit a slump not too long ago, it was harsh. But We’re a man, and so are you, probably able to understand, there’s no reason complaining. Take responsibility, credibility, for your life and actions respectively. That’s what We learned this last year. It’s up to Us, nobody else.
Isn’t it weird, that it took Us this long? How long did you take? How long do most people take? Are they still waiting on something to save their day, rescue them from their tedious life? To Us it is different now, We’d never cease this attempt at destroying ourself. It’s become an obsession, chasing this habit-making behavior. Sometimes We succeed, sometimes We don’t. That’s just life. Though We’ve been after a bunch for a long while now, however We do contemplate the statement. What is a while? It’s only been a year, and now it often feels like nothing might ever happen, so We might be stuck in this slur. Are you stuck in a similar place?
Fateful Day
Well, does it truly matter? Because there’s always this tiny possiblity that it might succeed. Then again We’re not yet sure what it is We’d love to attain, the thing We’d wish to achieve. Do you have goals. You probably do, who doesn’t? Well, We don’t. It’s all to shit. All of it’s a mess. There’s decision to make, and that’s always the hardest part. Especially when there’s no topic to decide on. It’s a great thing you’d know what you’d wanna do in life, We’d never figure that out, that’s impossible. Because there ain’t really any one thing We’d wish to do other than await the fateful day that ends this misery. That’s probably why We keep this up, the reason why We started this. Turn that “probably” into a “maybe” because We can’t even decide on that.
Well, We’re close to the end now. Seems like doubt powered this message and uncertainty fueled the notion. Whatever, are those similar things, don’t even know that, can’t even decide on that. It’s all a mess, all to shit. There’s no plan, no heading, no damn destination. Let’s fucking wing it. Let’s do something no one has ever done before. Live this life without goals while still achieving feats of madness. Maybe that’s Our goal. To be the one that chases passion and dedication without any sight on where it’s at or where it can be found.
Would you support me? That’s just a question, it’s not a request. This path obviously is the harshest road that can be travelled. No destination, no stops, nothing. So, We’d just be roaming this surface without a purpose, chasing whatever We feel like, until the end of Our time catches up and drags Us down below.