Shut the Fuck up.

They don’t like when I say the word fuck. They also don’t like when I say the word fuck, too much. That always grinds my gears, but I do be shuttin the fuck up for them. They don’t want to hear the fucks I give because it reminds them of the fucks they don’t give. For me, it’s just an act. I act like I don’t give a fuck, but I really do. I give a fuck that the air so polluted it’s killing us. I give a fuck that all we do is pay ridiculous prices for cheap bullshit that we toss into some world we made up. We call it “trash” and bring it to the curb as if it wasn’t already trash before we bought it. I give a fuck that we live in a world that thinks just because we paid top dollar for something it magically gives it value. I give a fuck that we go to target every weekend, but we’re still missing the target. But I don’t really give a fuck. I go to target. I buy the shit. I drag it to the curb. I call it trash. I show it off when I get it. It’s new to me and I want you to see how well I’m doing. I understand how to do this life thing. I understand how to blend in. You think I’m like you. And I am. But now maybe you’re thinking maybe he’s not. Maybe you’re thinkin I should shut the fuck up and be happy with what I’ve got. Maybe I should treasure the trash you throw on the curb. Cuz you just got some new shit that makes your old shit look like trash and as long as you can keep getting new shit everyone else can shut the fuck up and treasure your old shit.

Forgive me for the fucks I give. I’m trying to chip away at these fucking fucks and the shit is spraying everywhere so it’s best if you put on your safety glasses before you read anymore of this bullshit. I’m tearing down the walls I’ve built in my mind to protect my self the trash y’all try to throw into my world. Walls built of fake fucks I pretended to give just to keep ya’ll happy with this life of consumption. I’m not mad at y’all, I’m mad at myself. I never needed to shut the fuck up, cuz the same shit that was fucked up 30 years ago is the same shit that’s fucked up now, it’s just fucked up worse. Matter of fact, I’m glad I built these walls to keep that fake that shit out cuz behind these walls I been building a space ship and I’m too fly for this fake shit. Too fly for those that try to hold us down, so we shut the fuck up and one another up.

I say we cuz it’s not just me behind these walls. There’s an army of people who are sick of shutting the fuck up  and consuming the consumers trash. Could y’all please shut the fuck up about your new shit? It ain’t new. It’s the same shit they sold your mother and father and the same shit they sold your grandma and grandpa and it’s the same shit they’re gonna sell your kids so long as they can survive in this unsustainable world. They shit in pretty boxes. wrap them in fancy paper, and we tear open the fancy paper, rip open the pretty box, reach in and take out that shiny turd. We stand there a piece of shit in our hands and smiles on our faces, while we kick the empty boxes to the curb.

I love it though. Cuz once we realize it’s just a piece of shit in our hands, we don’t give a fuck. It’s another year and it’s time to get some new shit. Piece of shit, by piece of shit we all build walls around ourselves to prove how many fucks we give. Goddamn, we give so many fucks. I say we, I say I, I say you, I say they, I say them, and it’s hard to tell who’s side I’m on. Cuz that’s some more shit I’m supposed to give a fuck about it. Making sense. The fuck I gotta make sense for in this fucked up world? I’m trying to make dollars so I can buy some more shit.

This is just the beginning of my shit. if you read this far, you’re like the hair on my shitty asshole. My new shit is pushing my old shit into the dumper and it’s all passing right before your eyes. I wish I had better shit for you, but I only eat spicy food that burns twice as hot coming out as it did goin in. I swear there’s better shit to come, but y’all are on the front lines. You’re in the shit now. I haven’t showered in two days so this shit really is raw as fuck. Some of y’all tiny little hairs ain’t even gonna make it past this first dump. The weakest ones, the ones who didn’t put on their safety glasses, y’all goin straight into the toilet bowl with the turds. The weak ones, y’all gonna make it to the first wipe, but nowadays times are tough and my toilet papers only single-ply and it’s abrasive as fuck. So maybe y’all made it through the shit, but we ain’t got no baby wipes cuz this shit ain’t for the soft,  Ya’ll know who you are, you gonna say suttin to me about how you don’t like this shit. You want that two -ply, angel soft shit. You don’t like the spice. You ain’t gotta say shit though. If you ain’t got nothing good to say about this shit now, I don’t want you around when the shit starts gettin good. So shut the fuck up and leave my shit alone. 1001 .

 

-Day One