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A Depressed, Psychotic Philosopher's Truthful Philosophy (with apologies to Desian)
by OriginalSim
Who cares what is to become of any of us? Destiny is a girl's name, so if we get picked up by her, does that mean Destiny chose us or did we choose her?
It might be said that we choose because of the lie that we make ourselves who we are. BS! We get stuck in **** up to our necks because we're too stupid to prevent it!
Nobody works hard, unless it's puffing on the old boss stick. That gets you to the big money, nice jobs, and loving wife and kids. Except for one thing: big money, nice jobs, and loving wife and kids
Natural talent is in the mind of the perceiver and usually he wants head from her. So she has to be the hard worker and he has the natural talent put to good use. He did choose that ability on her part, and if her name is Destiny, Destiny chose him, right? BS!
We make our own path and every now and then we manage NOT to step in cow ****. What makes us turn left rather than right? A huge, self-inflated ego that tells us where the really deep **** is.
In the end there is only person standing, that being the king, who finally got Destiny to blow him. That, my friend, is your king!
In some cases that king is no one other than the kid with glasses in grade school you used to torment. Think he's gonna share? Hell, NO!
"What is a depressed, psychotic philosopher's truthful philosophy? It starts with 'B' and ends with 'ullshit'"
I tend to stay straight on course, unlike the guy dropped on his head as a kid and beat up by a fat girl in the 4th grade. Hell, I **** that fat girl in college! And I fall on my head daily and have suffered no ill effects what so ever. Life always gets better before it gets worse, and then better again. Unless you screw fat chicks constantly.
The point? We always enjoy sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll. So, why not enjoy fat chicks once in a while?
No matter how many times we ask that question there never really is a straight answer. It is always a gay answer. Life is too full of ****, never mind the twists and turns.
When reading this you will come to a crossroads. Some of you will say "You ****" Others will simply say "Dick"
Either way, my depressed, psychotic view will not go unnoticed.
So, ladies and Gentlemen, do what you want, but don't **** any fat chicks. That's my job.
It might be said that we choose because of the lie that we make ourselves who we are. BS! We get stuck in **** up to our necks because we're too stupid to prevent it!
Nobody works hard, unless it's puffing on the old boss stick. That gets you to the big money, nice jobs, and loving wife and kids. Except for one thing: big money, nice jobs, and loving wife and kids
Natural talent is in the mind of the perceiver and usually he wants head from her. So she has to be the hard worker and he has the natural talent put to good use. He did choose that ability on her part, and if her name is Destiny, Destiny chose him, right? BS!
We make our own path and every now and then we manage NOT to step in cow ****. What makes us turn left rather than right? A huge, self-inflated ego that tells us where the really deep **** is.
In the end there is only person standing, that being the king, who finally got Destiny to blow him. That, my friend, is your king!
In some cases that king is no one other than the kid with glasses in grade school you used to torment. Think he's gonna share? Hell, NO!
"What is a depressed, psychotic philosopher's truthful philosophy? It starts with 'B' and ends with 'ullshit'"
I tend to stay straight on course, unlike the guy dropped on his head as a kid and beat up by a fat girl in the 4th grade. Hell, I **** that fat girl in college! And I fall on my head daily and have suffered no ill effects what so ever. Life always gets better before it gets worse, and then better again. Unless you screw fat chicks constantly.
The point? We always enjoy sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll. So, why not enjoy fat chicks once in a while?
No matter how many times we ask that question there never really is a straight answer. It is always a gay answer. Life is too full of ****, never mind the twists and turns.
When reading this you will come to a crossroads. Some of you will say "You ****" Others will simply say "Dick"
Either way, my depressed, psychotic view will not go unnoticed.
So, ladies and Gentlemen, do what you want, but don't **** any fat chicks. That's my job.
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