What am I doing here? Who am I writing to? Myself? People need to talk to themselves more often because the voices in their heads are fucking brilliant. Instead the just listen to what the news tells them. Or they latch onto the shit advertised on tv and take it for gospel. They eat out of the same societal trough day in and day out and then gossip about how good their lunch was as if it was different from the other motherfuckers. It’s the same trough you pigs. Society tells them to jump and they ask how high. The geniuses are on the other side plugging away at the next grandiose scheme. The get-rich-quick scheme that gets the really naive ones. They eat it up like fucking filet minion. Some add ketchup and show how sophisticated their palates are. God must have had a sick sense of humor for some of these individuals. We all were at our peak at birth. Over the years the world takes a baseball bat to our kneecaps and then asks us immediately to stand up straight. Some say the good die young; I say all the good die young. Live in the fast lane just wear your seatbelt you cheeky bastard. Grab life by the horns and skull fuck it into submission. Conquer time and space before time and space conquers you.-T.G.