dawn

I notice something I do that makes me a hypocrite.

If a successful person that I like has children, my sincere response is

“Good”

You brought joy or thought into my life, you had a direct influence,albeit indirectly..

So there must be something in the blood.

You must carry something that I like, and I’m glad it passes on, I hope that your offspring have what you have ,and are able to positively influence the lives of others..

Now, on the inverse,,

If a white trash person around me pops out kid number 3, I think,,

“Shame..shame on your house”

Shame on you for spewing out another product sponge,shame on you for releasing another eating organism on this starving landscape.

Shame on fucking you,,

For thinking that you mattered.

For thinking that you’re so god damned important, that the world must need another version of you…

But if a celeb does it?

“Congrats”

Let us all bask in the marvel that is humanity.

Let us revel in the magical biology we posses.

Coworker??

“Mother Nature is trying to weed out your bloodline. Look at you. Look at your wife and kids.. you have made this entire thing less special“

That’s pretty fuckin cold.

(Funny)

Yeah, a little, because it’s true.

But still cold.

(Maybe you’re jealous)

Nah, I weened myself off love.

Don’t need it.

Can’t engage.

Still…

It makes me a hypocrite.

I can handle being a piece of shit, or a loser, or a dick, or a feckless fuckface frozen for fortnights.

But a hypocrite?

I don’t care for that.

It makes me uncomfortable..

Very uncomfortable..

Very very very very very very very very..

Hey little man,,

Wanna hear my impression of you?

You don’t, it’s not friendly, and also,

I don’t want to be like that.

Because I’m above it.

ANd therefore,

I’m above you.

Arrogant, but not a hypocrite.

I’m sure there’s some homeless people around, go make fun of their life choices.

Smooches..

(Anger sunset)

Yes,,,yes yes yes,

You shouldn’t go to bed angry.

(No one said anything about going to bed homicidal..)

lol.

Don’t go to bed full of misanthropy.

Don’t go to bed a sociopath.

Don’t go to bed making voodoo dolls of your enemies , because having enemies is some toddler shit.

Duh…

You fuckin dummy.

Yea?

Ha!

There it is.

Mmmm…