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It used to be so easy. I used to just say fuck the whole goddamn world.That used to work. I could fuck the the world all day long. Steal from the neighorhood homeless. Beat up the old street crossers. Drink Liquid Bile and Love It (for only $24 a day). At the end of all the fucking, I could just go home, eat some dinner and go to bed in my warm safe room in my parent's warm safe house. Yeah, fuck the world.Then, you wake up one day and, man oh man, does your head ever hurt. What were you thinking? Who was that guy? Where was he from? Did he have any extra room wherever it was? You have to be responsible for yourself. You have to find your own way. You have to somehow make enough money to keep out of the gutter. Sure that sounds easy from this side of this $1000 a month apartment, but where the fuck would I come up with that? Where the fuck would anyone come up with that, and why should they have to? Some guys that I have never met but feel very close to have said something like, "Pay your money for four walls, and keep the slavery intact." I never used to get that. I don't know if I do now. Where else am I supposed to find four walls? Whenever you try to build a wall by itself it just gets in the way. Its hard to know if it is protecting you or guarding you. What's the difference really? Free thought, free mind, free food, free shelter, free joy Everything you always wanted. Its that easy.
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