Sometimes I still think about that dude that got his face blown off by a shotgun and lived. Every now and then,,when I’m feeling whiny ,unfortunate, woe is me, whatever.
Nah son.
There’s a guy, living on the streets, avoiding mirrors, avoiding people,,,,jesus…
Jesus.
Jesus loves him and He loves Jesus.
How the fuck can you throw shade at that?
Test your empathy , take thirty seconds and put yourself in his eyes
(Eye, I think he only has one eye now)
Try to see through his “eye”,
Victims of chance.
This mother fucker is brutal, ain’t it?
Can be, innocents can suffer , nothing is fair, children, women, well meaning men.
Chaos theory , shuffled cards, rolls of dice, random number generators,,,,
You fuckin lucky.
If you’re reading this, if your eyeballs scroll over my dumbass thoughts,, you’re lucky as fuck.
Quit your bitching….
Now I”m gonna find a picture of this guy, brace yourself or exit now. But I want to remind you, this guy hasn’t given up, he’s STILL alive… “the will to survive”
Our animal nature, core shit.
Look at his eye,,, forget the rest of his face, look at his fucking eye.
That’s the eye of a survivor, that is the strongest part of us,
Can’t say I’m that strong, can’t say I carry that kind of deep steel,,,strong mother fucker right here
dawn 