manuscriptx
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My father once told me anyone, who wants something bad enough, will usually find a way to get it, whether it was a car, a job or a place to live.
That's what I lack. That's what I've been missing all along, the motivation that resides in every human being to be something more than what they were out of the womb. I simply don't care. I'll take it under my wing and save it, but the problem is I won't share it, not with you, or anyone. Perhaps, I'll end up dead, but as long as it will never risk being corrupted, tainted or stolen to the Nth Degree. The poor bastards who have once done it before lose out on a long lost love. People, places and things, your reverence doesn't persuade me even in the slightest. I'm sick of white people, bullshit pep talks, ignorance, lame ideas and feeble suggestions. Nothing works, so why don't you just agree with me. We can start fresh. We can start anew.
Life is not like a box of chocolates. It's a huge toilet with millions of little shit pellets. Everyone has his or her own unique shape, many are small, some with large quantity, but they all take the same path towards a nonexistence I don't need to describe. Is there anyone here different?
No. No I don't believe so; it takes a shrewdness to really think outside-the-box. Everyone's worried, wondering what they'll say, wondering what they'll do. Their family, friends, and loved ones, everyone has a ceiling except me. That's not being nice; it is being realistic and aware of what it takes to know the truth. I'm not like everyone else. I don't want to be. I like where I am in comparison. I know, while you lay ignorant. I am where you wish to be. I come from a standard called poor. Recognition and excited my thirsts while keeping perspective. It will not turn me.
That's what I lack. That's what I've been missing all along, the motivation that resides in every human being to be something more than what they were out of the womb. I simply don't care. I'll take it under my wing and save it, but the problem is I won't share it, not with you, or anyone. Perhaps, I'll end up dead, but as long as it will never risk being corrupted, tainted or stolen to the Nth Degree. The poor bastards who have once done it before lose out on a long lost love. People, places and things, your reverence doesn't persuade me even in the slightest. I'm sick of white people, bullshit pep talks, ignorance, lame ideas and feeble suggestions. Nothing works, so why don't you just agree with me. We can start fresh. We can start anew.
Life is not like a box of chocolates. It's a huge toilet with millions of little shit pellets. Everyone has his or her own unique shape, many are small, some with large quantity, but they all take the same path towards a nonexistence I don't need to describe. Is there anyone here different?
No. No I don't believe so; it takes a shrewdness to really think outside-the-box. Everyone's worried, wondering what they'll say, wondering what they'll do. Their family, friends, and loved ones, everyone has a ceiling except me. That's not being nice; it is being realistic and aware of what it takes to know the truth. I'm not like everyone else. I don't want to be. I like where I am in comparison. I know, while you lay ignorant. I am where you wish to be. I come from a standard called poor. Recognition and excited my thirsts while keeping perspective. It will not turn me.