SHIT LIKE THAT

Yeah, I don't know, man. Shit like that just doesn't impress me anymore. I'm not even that jealous of great climbers or musicians or actors anymore. It's like you don't have to do all that shit. People are also hiding behind their doings. They'll do anything to avoid facing what's actually there. And hey, I don't blame them. What's there is fucking frightening. And if you're gonna do something, you might as well do something badass and get some reward. But anyway, you know, it's just that the things I'm after these days can be conveyed with simple words and stick figures. Or it's like you don't even have to do it at all, you could just explain to someone what you WOULD do if you were to do it. You know what I mean? Maybe in some ways that's enough? That's why I like doing those undrawn cartoons. I mean, why would they ever need to be drawn? In the end, no matter what we do, we're left no better or worse than where we started. It's the ridiculousness of our expectations that makes the emptiness so hard to swallow. You know, I see Obama or pretty much any man, a surgeon or a pilot or whomever, and I just think, yeah, but then a huge part of that man just wants to be left alone so he can jack-off to porn. It's true, right? That's pretty much what I see whenever I'm face to face with another man, it's just some creature that recently jacked-off to an ass or is about to jack-off to an ass. You can talk about whatever you want but that's pretty much all that's going on there. And women, they're just as fucked up as men. They want their man but then they're completely repulsed by their man. I heard a woman say to another woman the other day, "It's funny, we knew each other for years and I never once thought of him that way. But now here we are. I don't know what I would do without him. He's my rock." There was something so sad about that to me, so delusional and weak. To need someone like that, to have to fill a gap like that. I don't know, man, maybe I'm just not seeing things clearly anymore? I'm just so fucking exhausted. If I don't start getting some sleep, something's gonna get me, I know I'm gonna die. I got angry at the little ring pulley thing on the new half and half container this morning. I mean, I yelled out loud at it. Fuck, man. Anyway, people think I've gone dark, but really, what's darker than turning your back to the darkness?