Did you know Helen Keller supported eugenics? The world's fucked up dude. I mean, just read The Painted Bird. I did at age thirteen, and my giant, deplorable, no good, awful incest fetish was definitely invigorated by that damn scene with Ewka, her brother, and the goat. God allowed that to happen. Shit's hyper-fucked!

But, why do I bring this up? Well, a couple days ago, we were out getting some black tar heroin when my roommate remembered he forgot the stolen rubies we were going to trade for that marvelous opiate that I have no description of because I have no interest in that class of drugs. So, we do an illegal donut and head back home. We get there, and we're about to pull up to the dilapidated tent on the land we're squatting on, when my roommate's girl suddenly brakes in the driveway, spilling all our beers.

Why? There was a beautiful red crested finch just standing there. She crept up a bit, then some more, but the feathered fucker wasn't moving. After a minute of sitting there, my roommate gets out and checks on it up close. Startled, he yells out that the poor thing had no eyes! Another bird must have pecked them out when this bird insulted its mother. That's nature for you; brutal, unforgiving, and cruel. Just how I like getting fucked in the ass.

We tried to move it to the bird feeder, but it flew away, looking like Mario with the cape in Super Mario World as it did so. It then flies beak-first into a tree and fucking dies. If you don't laugh at that, then I question if you're human, because my species evolved on this sick Earth and developed humor as a coping mechanism to deal with the cold, unfeeling nature of the universe.

You get what this logical chain of verbiage I defecated out of my thumb is getting at? No? Well, let's go back to The Painted Bird. The titular scene in that demented masterpiece involves a psychopath that captures birds and paints them, so that when he releases them the other birds will see it as a threat and attack it until it dies. In combination with the hellish transgressions against God that the main character, a gypsy child in war-torn Nazi Germany, witnesses across his journey, this forms a message about how those that are different will be treated like shit by those that are "normal," even though everybody has logs in their eyes. Such is the shitacular nature of our wonderful civilization.

It's important that those of us who are way-the-fuck-out-there levels of different acknowledge this fact, because acknowledgement is the first step towards acceptance. And acceptance is the first step towards changing things, because if you don't accept it, you're going to resist it, and then you will suffer, limiting your potential to act and bring change. And dammit, we fucking need some change like I need my girlfriend to give me permission to cum. 

That's what I do, at least, and is there anyone here that's followed my progression on Reddit from completely unhinged basketcase to self-actualized master who plays a completely unhinged basketcase online for the betterment of humanity that believes I'm not doing something substantial here? Imagine an army of me's radiating their own positive authentic truth out to the world without caring what people thought. The masses would change. It's elementary memetic evolution. We need more nodes in our communication network to step up and be the voice of reason in our cacophony of madness. You can be that. Don't be afraid, friend. Just be you.