If you listen to true crime, you’ll hear it.
Oh boy, will you hear it.
Nothing fun about that,the fast forward button is right there,
Some of the shit that people do…
Lawdy.
Fuck is wrong with you?
A big difference between taking a machete to work, and talking about taking a machete to work.
Biiiiggg difference ..
Just like there’s a big difference between writing love letters to the act of sleep, and killing yourself.
Monkeys don’t wanna die.
That’s what it means to be a monkey.
That’s why we fixate on the monkeys that bring death to other monkeys.
Because it’s so wild.
Such a foreign fucking thing.
Every monkey has bad days, carries a degree of depression,has rage tucked into their psychology somewhere deep down.
They don’t take it out on others.
That’s a dangerous monkey.
The one with the teeth.
The “chimp attack no face” monkey.
The rest of us just sit down at the table. We put on a bib, we grab a fork and a knife, and we suffer through this massive pile of shit.
We eat it.
We fix our faces so no one can tell. Stone face, poker face.
“this meal is delicious”
Can I get forty more fucking years of it please?
That’s different from murdering your coworkers.
Both tragic.
But only one will land you in prison,with the really bad monkeys..
The other one will just cause you to slowly hate yourself and bring you to resent every waking day..
Soooo.
(capitalism?)
Maybe.
I dunno.
You gotta work.
I know that much is true.
It’s just the chit chat.
The god damn mother fucking chit chat.
The gossip.
The neutered storytelling..
God damnit.
Somebody kill me please…
(thought you couldn’t be beat?)
I never said that… I said “time is the only thing that can kill me”
(and look at it go π)
Look at it try.
Just a hurdle.
Fuck you too.
(ants are a better analogy than monkeys)
Nah.
Monkeys are more complicated.
Ants are just a society.
I like ants β€οΈ
Monkeys kinda freak me out.
