dawn

Meh, I just don’t feel like being around people.

I don’t like them.

I don’t like how the operate, I just flat out don’t like them.

Every time I drive by an elementary school I can only think about dumb guys having orgasms inside of vaginas.

Like there’s no bar for entry, you don’t have to pass a test ,you don’t have to get your genetics analyzed.

There’s no barrier for entry.

It’s the wild West when it comes to a sperm cell and a zygote.

I personally think God dropped the ball on that one.

There should be some barrier of entry, besides convincing a female to enjoy your company.

Lot of sperm, a lot of zygotes.

Billions even.

And not a rule to be seen.

Not a standard, not a multiple choice exam, you don’t have to show proof of employment,

Just blam.

Thinking about it will make you go crazy.

It’s actually amazing that global suicide rates aren’t so much higher than what they are, I think it comes down to balls. People just don’t have the balls to do the world of favor. Too selfish, straight cowardice.

I bet you could figure out how to kill sperm cells through radio waves.

Develop that technology and all of our problems are solved.

Side note, and just hear me out, if I save up some money. Like a decent small little stack, do you know anyone that would break Dustin’s legs for me?

Cash upon delivery.

If Superman could fly backwards around the planet so fast that it reverses the rotation and time itself…

Can we remove this guy’s testicles?

Or can you go and murder my biological father? Before his punk ass did the deed?

Can you kill the world for me?

Can you use a science fiction laser and alter the trajectory of an asteroid?

Can you please kill this world for me?

Pretty please?

Pretty please with diarrhea on top?

Do you have access to satellites with lasers mounted on them?

Can you send down a little red van directly to the top of my skull?

Can you make it quick?

Can you carve a canal through my curious cranium?

Violence.

Maybe violence would help.

Maybe I would feel better if I could hit an inanimate object until my hands hurt.

I keep seeing this little Isuzu truck, and I love it, It’s like just a cab and a little flatbed, I think it’s Isuzu it might be some other Asian brand. Super small. Probably has a dog shit engine in it, I still like it.

I don’t care about you.

I don’t care if you get run over by a car today.

I don’t care and I request the same courtesy from you.