That gravy gig.
Muh Fuckin Excalibur planted in a stone.
When you finally yank it out, the stone just starts shitting out money.
Big bills only.
Gems and gold doubloons and shit.
Fuckin pirate chest.
“Your ship has come in!”
Has it?
You’ll find something else to be miserable about, but while your eyes work?
Holy fuck bumblebee suplex.
Eyeball that treasure.
Visualize the people around you as gnats, because that’s what they are.
Not at heart.
But in this game.
They are your competitor and you are smarter than them.
(And yet you kneel)
Of course you do.
Pledge fidelity to a corrupt god, financially agree to be on the same team.
No solo hunters.
People starve like that.
It’s also how gods become gods.
Excalibur lying around everywhere, if you’re looking.
Or you can get high as fuck and keep your head down.
(Free-will)
Always a choice.
Having balls in that area of life is scary.
Because,,,uh,,,,, you gotta eat.
SO even if your heart is %90 “fuck you”,,
You’re expected to reel it in.
Which is fine.
But it’s every day.
Every single day of your life, you have to be able to do that.
Then you sleep on the weekends, stay high through the week.
It’s uh,,,
It’s some bullshit.
And I wish someone would beat me up.
(No broken fingers)
No,, please no.
But I could live through a busted jaw, maybe a broken nose.
I need someone to just assault me when I’m not expecting it, maybe in a parking lot or something.
And we have a code word.
Just between you and I..
AFTER,,after the attacker hurts me, and after my head is spinning from the blows,,, they say the word,
“Xylophone”.
I will immediately understand what this is all about.
I will know what it’s connected to.
ANd I give you my word, as a man,,
If the attacker says “xylophone”,, I will not press criminal chargers.
I’ll take my licks because I asked for them.
I’ll bring honor into this because that’s all you really have out there.
I’ll heal and I’ll turn my entire life around,,
Just please have someone beat me up.
I’m asleep.
I’m numb and sleepwalking.
The bullshit got into my lungs, I was infected with misery, it progresses.
It’s all my fault.
I need to be beat up
dawn 