Writing

Really, it’s nothing that is real about it. Like cmon man, telephones? You really think I’ll fall for that shit? You don’t know me as well as your presuppositions had seemingly allowed. Maybe then a last stand upon this wretched rock may finally be attained, not from a tyrant but from a laborer who works upon the crest of fecundity borne from the flesh of the Earth.
And this is even assuming people care….. do they really? Not even sure about that man, I just know that there’s some people who need to stop doing what they’ve been doing because it’s wrong but beyond that it’s unclear to me how this will all shake out: namely, I don’t know how life works. Call me an instigator all you want, I provide a necessary service to all: cleaning the anuses of pigs. Amen.