And perhaps we should address this (are there really so many things to address, reader?):
That I will not always get what I want. I don’t have any followers who interact with me through comments. I don’t know if it ticks someone who reads through the wordpress website as a statistic, but my statistics are usually… very much of no one. Reading me. Reading my writing.
I didn’t know what mental illness Britney Spears has. FuckFuckGo (the best anonymous search engine, DuckDuckGo sorry play on words there) doesn’t give a first-hit response. Another example of the internet being useless more or less.
Or I guess it’s just PR and fake. But it doesn’t make her money does it?
Wait. It’s confidential. I forgot. Ha ha ha. She’s human and she doesn’t want anyone to know. Wow that’s impressive. So then people call her a liar so they make some nice photos or I don’t really know.
Twirls of brown and blue. Such a strange mix of color on my Kindle holder that my brother got me for a birthday or holiday, I don’t remember which.
I want something amazing.
And perhaps we should realize that I probably won’t get what I want.
I won’t get anything amazing for some time to come.
Nature and reality punish me for being lazy.
I fight back.
I fight the gods.
The gods are evil.
I fight them.
All power is evil.
I fight it.
There you have it.
I’m your hero.