I am me, I define myself by the things I create, and the words I say. Unfortunately the execution is delayed, because I have no drive to do anything with myself. On the other hand that suits me just fine because I am trying to be content with myself and my shortcomings. I find I'm constantly changing. I sure as hell didn't develop as a human being as a teen, so now I'm making up for lost time. This blog is about me continuing to develop as a human as the society around me rejoices in entrophy.

That being said, this is one screwed up fucking planet we're all stuck on isn't it? I'm sick of kowtowing, I'm sick of pseudo depth. I'm sick of imposed guilt and I'm sick of the batshit expectations people have of the world around them. I'll give you this though, it's damn fun to bitch about it.

Your gods aren't real. None of them. Not the ones here, not the one in Zimbabwe, or Ethiopia or anywhere else (we already agree on that). Stop chasing after something that isn't there and live your fucking life.