Truth - Part 1 (This is a smoking establishment)
Posted by Shawn Romance
“Why should I believe you?”
For most of my 23 years here on this planet, I have been lied to over and over again. Whether it is my employment situation, a war halfway across the world, or gargantuan baseball players telling me they pumped up using flax seed oil. To tell everyone the “truth”, I have had enough of it.
Is it possible that just once in my life someone can look me in the eye and tell me that they are actually speaking with their heart, and not their over-imaginative brains? Yet deep down inside this isn’t what I want at all, I just want to be numbed to the fact that my existence for the next 50 years won’t matter at all. Unless I decide to take some sort of high office or break a record of some sort (maybe jerking off 3,000 times in one day), I will never be remembered by anyone except that I lived and died. Weird because there have been infinite lives that have occurred on this planet, and only a handful are remembered. No wonder people believe in God. They have to have some faith that this horrible fucking existence will actually have a reward.
I am being over-dramatic for believing that this life is worth nothing, of course I have made a lot of great friends, and had sex with a lot of crazy broads but what does that amount to? The only truth that I know of is that one day my heart will stop beating, and that I will regret so many things I wish I could have done. That’s why I will travel cross-country this summer with no cares in my mind, and no boss to tell me what to do. If I want to rape and pillage, then that is what I’ll do. I never really liked authority anyway, and if I get arrested for cruel and unusual punishment on a minor in some backwards Mormon colony in Utah at least I won’t be in Arkansas. If the West only knew what they were in for, when some two-bit Yankee asshole decided to get liquored up; and cause a riot that Eugene, Oregon never expected would erupt in its streets. Ha!
I don’t even believe myself anymore.
“Why should I believe you?”
For most of my 23 years here on this planet, I have been lied to over and over again. Whether it is my employment situation, a war halfway across the world, or gargantuan baseball players telling me they pumped up using flax seed oil. To tell everyone the “truth”, I have had enough of it.
Is it possible that just once in my life someone can look me in the eye and tell me that they are actually speaking with their heart, and not their over-imaginative brains? Yet deep down inside this isn’t what I want at all, I just want to be numbed to the fact that my existence for the next 50 years won’t matter at all. Unless I decide to take some sort of high office or break a record of some sort (maybe jerking off 3,000 times in one day), I will never be remembered by anyone except that I lived and died. Weird because there have been infinite lives that have occurred on this planet, and only a handful are remembered. No wonder people believe in God. They have to have some faith that this horrible fucking existence will actually have a reward.
I am being over-dramatic for believing that this life is worth nothing, of course I have made a lot of great friends, and had sex with a lot of crazy broads but what does that amount to? The only truth that I know of is that one day my heart will stop beating, and that I will regret so many things I wish I could have done. That’s why I will travel cross-country this summer with no cares in my mind, and no boss to tell me what to do. If I want to rape and pillage, then that is what I’ll do. I never really liked authority anyway, and if I get arrested for cruel and unusual punishment on a minor in some backwards Mormon colony in Utah at least I won’t be in Arkansas. If the West only knew what they were in for, when some two-bit Yankee asshole decided to get liquored up; and cause a riot that Eugene, Oregon never expected would erupt in its streets. Ha!
I don’t even believe myself anymore.
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Wednesday, April 05, 2006.
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