Fuck You, Common Folk

Info: I trully wanted to log some shroom trip shit but quickly sidetracked. I enjoyed the process so I sad fuck it and dived in. This pseudo ideology, it's loosely written, very general, and really, really just a snippet of text to read and enjoy, or not, but not to nitpick on. I could destroy any cunt if I wanted in an epic debate on shit but right now I just wanted to spill a few words. So, eat it up, eat it all, and in the climax moment of the plot, choke on it. Exploring is fun, not being open minded and having opinions sucks and fucks. Anyway, just read the piece, and you'll know. You'll know..

Fuck You, Common Folk.

Life is a journey. Well. Not for many. Lots of folks live in a fucking limbo without ever realising that. Sure, they get to have a girlfriend, wife, attend family dinners, raise kids, work full time, go on vacations twice a year. This is common folk. Common is good right? Well, common is common. It is a calculated average. The system calculated average. When you're an average, you're easily dispensible. Everything is predicable. Except of unexpected. You're building reinforcements around yourself your whole life to eliminate the possibility of unexpeced to the minimum. Everything must be planned. Unexpected happens - you get sad, lost, happy now but angry afterwards. Trying to cope but really dying. You get sad. Or your spouse gets sad. In the end, it fucks your weekend. Fucks you up. You are gradually more and more fucked up, brainwashed. Thinking you're normal, you're in fact an enormous fuck up with silly fith world problems that are not problems. "I have to do shit today, because some etiquette. Everyone knows it's fucking stupid, I'll do it anyway, because fuck me". This is common folk. Are you a fucking common folk?

Well, I don't give a fuck, about the common. Common is a contained environment resistant to change. It is necessary for the precedent forces to be able to invent, redevelop, tweak, enhance, establish new standards. Improve. You, the common folk, you do improve fuckall. You don't improve yourself, you don't improve your friends, you improve fuckall. Even when you do improve, it's still worth fuck all. Fuk you, common folk. Yes, fuck you.

Just let it live. Long live the common. Use the common to do things for you.

All my fucking life, living with common folks. My head is fucking fucked, I am fucking stupid, for I have spent so much time among you, you fucking common fags. FUCK YOU. Fuck the system that fucked me, Fuck me whom I have fucked myself with my fucking own inability to uncommonize myself.

I meant to log some trip thoughts. Up to the first dot. After that I sidetracked. On you. You silly fucking cunt. You common folk. Still thinking about you. Even though I intended something else. I am this much fucked. I'll have my fucking revenge on you, you cunt. If only I can make it through, your god be my witness that I'll fuck you like you have never been fucked before.

Anyway, let me explain my point real quick. Even though you'll not get it. Uncommon, extraordinary. These are the keywords that turn me on. I want to be there, fucking you from above, and I will. Why? Will I be indispensible? No, will I be at risk of not acheiveing anything and considered a fucked up stupid incompetent fuck? Yes. Why, then, why, you keep asking. Well shut up and listen you dick. The promise of enlightment. The promise of change, the progress, development process. Learning the unknown. Understanding ALL. Knowing that all we have is really nothing but enjoying the process at the same time. Eternal, unlimited insight, towards everything.

The script cuts here. I liked writing it. I really did. Now I'm fuckless. I fucked all fucks out of me and onto you.