I'm not sure where one crosses the line between contentment and malaise. The two feed off each other.
Everyone in this world is looking for edginess. The conglomeration of thoughts and ideas that our age has produced makes originality so unnecessarily difficult. There has never been anything new under the sun, but now everything under the sun can talk to everything else. That must be why irony is so important to people like me; plagiarism loses its bite amidst cloying self-awareness.
Don't everybody love the smell of gasoline?
Well burn, motherfucker, burn American Dreams.
No one can fucking steal from me.
A kid tried to steal my ipod today. He lied to my face, and it was obvious. He's malicious but weak. I brought him to tears.
I felt sorry for him, because I know what it's like to have trouble lying.
It was my fault he was lying.
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