My mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives. But really? I hate people.
Friday, March 1, 2013
Exchanges With The Bossman
The other day, while expounding on the merits of "pocket likker" to the Bossman, he replied, "Pocket likker? Who the hell ARE you? W.C. Fields?"
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What sayeth thou? (Mean people suck, don't fuck it up.)
"I hate people." "People" stop being "people" when they become friends. Friends stop being friends when they become assholes. So to refine my hatred, I hate people and I hate assholes.
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What sayeth thou? (Mean people suck, don't fuck it up.)
"I hate people."
"People" stop being "people" when they become friends.
Friends stop being friends when they become assholes.
So to refine my hatred, I hate people and I hate assholes.