i hate mornings. kinda like some ppl hate mondays. but every single day after which i've haphazardly fallen asleep which tbh i do my best to avoid that beautifully disgusting necessity of life because.... well because of this very reason. the goddamn fuckin morning that is inevitable. that is, until it's my final sleep. then there will be no more mornings to worry about. but i'm in no specific hurry to cash in my existence chips for the unknown. at least currently. i doubt that'll change tho. i've been on this mostly molten rock hurtling through space/time for almost 4 goddamn decades and while i've thought about it plenty of times, i've never actually attempted to take that final sleep. wut always stops me is the thought of my fam having to clean up my shitty drawers after they fucking find me. like.... wut in the actual fuck? i could never do that to them. cleaning up the shitty pants one last time of their once alive but now very dead loved one.... nah, wutever has me thinkin of a permanent solution to a temporary problem can get fucked. i got too much goin on and too many ppl would be affected and i'm not a selfish cumquat. dont' get me wrong, i am a selfish son of a bitch, at times narcissistic and sometimes i'm even confident, although that one is usually very short lived but aside from terminal illness that's about the most selfish thing a person can do in this life.

if life is so bad that u think the only way out is plan S i urge u to think about the poor sap that's gonna have to clean up after u've shit all over the place. most likely will be a family member who is devastated by ur last bad decision. life ain't always peachy but it's all we got in this 4 dimensional prison.

maybe there's something more to life and existence than wut my senses allow me to be aware of, my instincts and logic says that there isn't but stranger shits have been shat. plus, for me to sit here and say that there is nothing that spun all of this into existence would infer that i'm omniscient and THAT i most certainly am not. i digress, this shit got these fingers flyin as usual so i figured i'd dispense some useful life tips enshrouded in useless blabber bullshit.

but yeah, fuck mornings. i hate sleeping, therefore i hate waking up. ight... time to go get more high and grab this day by the fuckin balls and make it a bitch. maybe make a dancefloor banger. maybe go visit fam. maybe not interact with another single soul. who knos but i do kno that wutever i do today it'll be after another shitty ass morning that can get fucked.

slings computer mouse across the room, hitting the wall and shattering it just before it lands in the heaping pile of innocent morning mice from mornings that he'll never get back