some days the pressure is quite real.
Your head really goes to some whacky places when things don’t go your way, Little mental temper-tantrums…none of that is real…
You could bind someone and set a stick of dynamite on their chest, use a really long fuse and watch their eyeballs trace the spark as it smolders downwards. When the explosive is reached?? it’s a dud. You planned that. There’s no gunpowder in that stick. Then you do it again, and again, and again.
Then maybe you pour honey on them, let the ants come. Maybe you strap them down tightly in a shed and pour liquid LSD into their eyeballs, glue headphones to their ears and just play various screams of terror on a loop, return after 4 hours. Carolina Reaper in the dick-hole. Papercuts then lemon juice on the asshole. Long needles, inconsistent shocks of electricity at unpredictable intervals. You could sedate them and drill little tiny holes into their front teeth,then weave guitar strings through those holes and just drag them arrrround behind a tractor..
kinda having a rough day 🤣🤣🤣
none of that is real and I don’t mean any of it.
Work is tough sometimes, it’s just how it goes, construction has rough moments now and then, I just fucking hate losing. In the general sense. I hate losing and I hate when it’s determined by others.That’s a tough pill to swallow. Chatting it up on the internet ain’t shit, thinking up dumb stuff or fucking around with thoughts ain’t shit,,, the task out there can be a mother-fucker though. That’s like, real life, none of this is.
dawn 