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You flip through catalogs and ask yourself: What kind of dining set defines me as a person?


But you are not your job. You are not how much money you have in the bank. You are not the car you drive. You are not the contents of your wallet. You are not your fucking khakis. You are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.


Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.


You're garbage, shit, crazy man, for me and this whole fucking world.