I read some inspirational quote on the MEME machine that used to be the internet – but that turned into images with random commentary on it – easy for the retard population to digest and it said something like :

“Living is the most PUNK shit I’ve ever done”

Which I guess makes sense from some perspectives, because life is ridiculous, unpredictable, an action sport that even if it isn’t action filled, involves you inside some fucking slowly rotting / slowly dying shell…

But doesn’t makes sense unless you’ve don’t some punk shit, whatever that may be, because if you’re just living, you’re probably like me and barely putting any effort into living, any rage or emotion, why bother, let’s watch netflix and rot along with our bodies…

But it does make sense anytime anyone kills themselves because life is too hard for them, or because they are babies who don’t know how to grow the fuck up, but instead know how to cry about shit…

Because I’ve always believed in a NIC CAGE LEAVING LAS VEGAS approach to life, where if you’re gonna go, fucking go out big…do that most PUNK shit you can do…whatever that may be…if it’s selling all your assets, robbing a bank, fucking dozens of hookers at the same time until you get some weird disease you don’t treat cuz doctors work against your policy of “Living as hard and as fast as I can until I fucking explode”….or go to the fucking jungle, go to the fucking beach, live off the land with coconuts…instead of hanging yourself in a Four Points Sheraton in some shitty off highway town…that’s the most punk shit you should be doing…

I know, Monday Morning, work destroying your fun from the weekend of partying and not doing shit, a great time to talk killing yourself by not killing yourself, but by instead telling all the social norms that make no sense, like working, paying mortgages, bills, car payments, just to “survive” while humans have been able to live off their land for the last 1000 years before technology…just fucking go to the woods and INTO THE WILD that shit…wasting away at your job is the real fucking SUICIDE…

Happy Monday (a pet peeve when people say that to me and always has been, but in this case, remember, you don’t need any of this shit, you just need some titties and that’s where I come in…right after the links)…

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