Fuck me if I know what to do.
What is this eternal conflict?
No, no, I’m just restless. And in touch with the war.
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT! EXPLAIN FOR ONCE! DON’T GO ALL MINIMALIST ON ME AGAIN!
People say, there’s more good and beauty than there is death, evil, and ugly in the world.
But I disagree.
Boner, don’t get me off. Just fuck yourself and go grab a beer.
Shut up. You’re digressing. You were supposed to lead this conversation. I mouth off. Fuck off.
Exactly. Who is there to interact with when the pussies (God I hate that word) set a bad example (not out of malice, of course), and the belligerent ones set a bad example, and like, who else do you have?
I’m just tryin’ a get by without a sense of peace anymore. I won’t say life is tough, ’cause that’s a cliche, but, y’know, porn sex drugs, fuck fuck fuck, the scissor blades like your throat, and, cuppola of the hot macha in the morn’?
Sure. I understand.
I give up. I can’t write forever.
But that was like three minutes of writing!
I know. Exactly. Short attention span, restlessness, immediate bang for your buck, fuck fuck fuck, and you know, cum dumps on the airplane and lots of cobwebs all over your mouthless pussy-ass face dicksuckin’ mouth.
No, not really.
Why you disagree all the time?
It’s constructive. Breaking things makes them stronger. Especially ideas and opinions.
Well… that makes sense, and is quite zen, but on the latter half, do you mean to say that you try to make opinions stronger? Are you trying to reinforce the bias?
Now we’re getting somewhere.
Well, I’ll just say it:
I need to larn (lol, larn) to compose. Music, that is.
Fuck it. It’s never enough anyway.
That’s fine. Go your own way.
No thank you, I’m staying right here. Fuck yourself.
Dirty mouth, you.
Yeah, dirty planet. What’s worse?
Lesser of two evils?
No, just… argh! Why you gettin’ so smartass with me! What did I ever do to you!?
You’re a loudmouth with a bad attitude.