GO READ A BOOK WITH SOME PICTURES AND SHUT THE FUCK UP.
how do we decide who's stupid and who's not? We wait for them to fuckin contradict me on some stupid shit. I tend to not even bother being smart no more. Socratic irony has probably prevented a lot of fights in my life... ( go google that term, dip shit I'm not even gonna put a link) Though I suppose it also bares noting that I'm real real brainsmart.
Also, fuck snobby-ass, overly loquacious, many funky term using, fronting like some kind of smart guy motherfuckers. You know who I'm talkin about. Mister raising his hand to make a comment during a lecture. Miss "actually..." Yea. Free duck tape for your monkey asses- that means stop talking shit or I'll stick a bill up your butt (that's some old news: you suck).
Also!!! You know those people who act like your people, and talk like your people, and smile and joke like they're your people... till they gotta be your people? till you make a light request? Or shit ain't that convenient no more? Yea. You too. fuck you especially. More than anyone else, I hate fakers. I am pretty specific about the way I express myself, so you know when I say I hate fakers, it can only be because I legitimately wish I could just walk around with a cart full of Razzies. If we're not really friends, don't even smile at me, dude. Don't try to hug me or smoke doobies with me or none of that. I really keep my circle of friends mad tight. I was raised where it's better to be alone and chillin than to be surrounded by people but stressing and I won't lie: I been stressing. Once upon a time, a lil dove flew (bussed) to a new place and on the way picked up Mount Olympus. You can see the world on my face. But I'm done with stupid ass jokes (read: funny people).
Thus! I'm airing out my soul a little bit to practically no one but myself, as per usual. AND I'm deleting people out my life. People I been waited on to chill for weeks that seem to be perpetually busy, folks whose jokes never ever ever made me laugh before, folks that fuckin ask mad dumbass questions of me as if I might give a crap, folks that seem to think it's just cool to be near me, and people who'll still be right there when I look down from Olympus in a couple years. This isn't like a dramatic event in my life that I'm looking for some kind of emotional response on. It's just... middle fingers are often deserved. AND! To be pretty fair, I am so straight up: Let's say you happen to read this and come to me like "yo good post blazayblah" and you are one of the aforementioned lewzers, well... I might fuck your whole day up. Your bad! "Damn... you're bad!"
Hey, I still love you though! When you want to kiss the right cheek, all you gotta do is ask me politelly to bend over
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