I do love a well thought out answer to a stupid question.
I like it when there’s bullet points.
Why is probably my favorite.
When you apply it in succession, when you repeatedly take a topic and stab it with why…
Nothing stands up!
No thing stands up and nothing holds up and eventually there is no point at all.
Becaaaauuusseee.
Because you’re flying through space, and we’ll be dead in about 15 minutes.
Something funny about that, and I don’t know why.
AT BEST you could say we’re here to “spread”, we are a mold on a sandwich and the point is to grow the mold to the point where it’s big enough to leave the sandwich, to infect the other food on the countertop.
Why not?
You got something better?
You sandwich mold motherfucker you.
I like going down past all the other levels, I like taking it until we’re “equal“.
It’s pretty great.
Because you’re nothing and I’m nothing.
Your work might feel like something, but it’s really not.
At least you have work.
I like getting existential as fuck, early in the morning.
I like thinking yourself into a corner, trying to dig down into some kind of meaning.
(To help)
Ah,,, Noble,
Altruistic.
Good intentioned and traveling with our best interests in mind.
We are the same.
You’re me, so I’m going to be nice to you because you’re an extension of myself.
ANd love is the answer.
Or….
I hate myself and therefore I hate you, so in retaliation to these feelings ,,,I’m going to load up an AK-47 and head to a shopping mall..
“Why”
Maybe God sees a little Hitler growing in an elementary school, he sees the future and there’s a mass murderer, a despot, a killer of many…
“Send in the crazy one!”
Then some fringe asshole shows up on the scene, kills everyone in class…
Mysterious ways,,,right?
I love the why.
It’ll fuck you up, but it’s all powerful.
Turns kings into piles of nothing.
Merely a collection of choices and a bad fuckin attitude…
Math can kill anything.
Math and time are in Cahoots.
Competing for dominance…
Yawn…
You’re nothing.
You’re nothing and I’m nothing , all you love will be dead before long…
So you might as well strum a few chords…
Create some light in the dark.
Feel good things where you can..
Be nice to people, even if they don’t deserve it.
There’s no reward later, merely staying out of prison..
Not getting raped.
That’s all ya get.
And a kitty cat…
And a sale on Amazon.
Everything delivered to your doorstep..
I’m not affected by you.
All that tinsel.
I’m more interested in more interesting things.
I like them more than I like you.
And All those things you say.
All that sewage falling out of your mouth.
David Klein did not give a fuck.
He was just mad that he had to pay for the spreading of his mold.
He resented it.
So I can live, making sure that he wasted his god damn money.
Making sure that he knew what a mistake really was.
Learn bitch.
I can take you out, with a flick of my wrist.. but it’s not my job..
Call it a “hobby”.
Kill.
dawn 