I, CRAP, one more time!

He looked into the mirror. It was there, right before him, as crystal clear as the obnoxious oxymoronic freaks around him. He saw his future. Confused was he. Couldn’t figure out which timeline he belonged to. The alternate time-stream slowly crept into the normal laid down time-stream, its branches slowly intersecting and blocking the latter. Only if he had someone to give him the security he needed, a compassionate soul, a satisfying being, a pleasant being of character that which eventually light his spirits, elevating it to new extremes beyond comprehension.

NB: as you have noticed earlier, this post is utterly meaningless as long as you are too desp for anything. It’s just for the mere satisfaction of the mind of a lower being, who is trying to find his future by reflecting to his past. I know it’s sad shit, that’s the whole point. Letting the garbage out on its own won’t help, therefore, I’m taking the courtesy.

Revelations

There’s always a reason for everything. If you ask me, every single damn thing has a fuckin reason behind. Let it be a small one or a big one. But still there’s reason. It’s natural human tendency to find reason in anything, and so that is what he did. He found a reason to achieve what he wanted. Once he had that specific reason that completely and satisfactorily explains his actions in the due course, the reason thus finds importance. It’s not the finality that we, the humans, want, it’s the reason, an explanation for your actions. So much so that the end product is ignored completely. How Sad.

The inevitability of the finality is often ignored and so it becomes a complication. You can’t eat reasons, can you. In what way does reason give anyone orgasms. The reason why you bone your girl in a 69 position needn’t be explained as long as the girl and the boy get their orgasms in a very satisfactory manner. Fuck reason sideways! It’s pure bullshit! It’s just sad that I always have to explain my actions! Why the holy fuck should I give my reasons for what I do? Come on, it’s extra paperwork. Now I need to work out a reason for all that I did? Why don’t you get a life and fuck your red feathered cross-bred monkey instead??