i think its toooo fucking funny when people post pictures of them and money.. like shit lemmie go get a rack from the bank real quick too…
my mom told me to write more last time i saw her, when we were out to dinner. She then related me to voltaire. and told me that multiple psychics told her I had the soul of voltaire when she was pregnant with me. I’m also unsure of how to process this, what will writing get me? I understand it’s a good outlet, place for goals and thoughts, etc. However, all of the great philosophies have already been written about. Most people don’t get famous until they’re dead for art. maybe that’s the point.
I’m going to do that too. Only a few people who know me look at this blog anyway. They either like me, or dislike me so I’m not too concerned about it anyway.
i want to fight. i’m not sure why, i want to fight. maybe to better myself, make myself sharper, to see if i have what it takes to fight back? i’m unsure. i am sure of the first part though. i’ve never been a violent individual so i’m really unsure of why the urge is growing.
that dab has me sweatin yo
i feel safe knowin members like this are workin in the FBI
now this is what i like to see… if i’m gonna buy some fancy new Strong Product i wanna see it beat the weaker version of itself into total useless garbage…… its called innovation and i’ve never been so happy to be a capitalist…
Mike Gong - Acid Eater
Credit to /u/ColorSeepage on Reddit