you've had too much to think, now you need a wife

[originally for livejournal]

i'm pretty sure now that the human race is the sorriest, saddest piece of filth that has ever been thought of. really, whose idea was it? because it was a really, really shitty one. it's like if stephen king or john irving had the ability to write your life - in fact, to write an entire species into existence. and thought it would be a good idea to make it something like owen meany.

individual contributions to "humankind" are bullshit. all art, every piece of literature or science, everything that human beings think they're certain of and aren't, everything we speculate about without really knowing, is the most pretentious, demeaning, degrading, self-righteous, conceited CRAP i can imagine.

yes, it's a really shitty way to look at things, but the other options are just...worse.

and yeah, i'm aware that by my standards, everything i've just said here is the same bullshit i'm talking about. so don't bother trying to be a smartass by pointing that out to me.

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Alright, now I have one of these things.