Im full of fear, hate, self loathing, and memories. i fear not death its self, but dying too quick to have a life long lived. i hate not people of this world, but the actions some decide to take. i self loath not what i am, but what i could be. i dwell on memories, but i don't live in them. i like nothing about this modern world. i long for the days when there were was no such thing as a cell phone, and music was listened to on vinyl records, when movies were about class not sex or crime, and when pictures were taken with film not digitally. Music was about love, dancing, and protesting.
A fat guy turns into a raging asshole when he doesn't get his chicken fast enough. [Editor's Note: Is that a fast food restaurant or a Wal-Mart?]
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