Ah fuck you.How about that?

It's late.God damn.It's...ah i can't even fuckin see the clock.I'm listenin to some good fuckin music.TriggerFinger.I wish i had a cigarre.Yeah,that would be nice.Let's make this thing a little confession.What do you say?What the fuck,you can't even say nothing.The world's so fucked up.We are told we are free.Fuck that.We're not.Not one bit.Who cares?I know i don't.I can still do whatever i want.This thing ain't gonna be my glamorous masterpiece.This is gonna be a huge piece of shit.Huge waste of your time.Don't know why the fuck you're still reading this crap.Really.Don't have anything better to do?Go help a old lady cross the street.Help your mom with the chores.Do something...usefull.But,you won't.You're still gonna stay here.You're gonna read this shit.And you're gonna think.What the fuck was in this god damn son of a bitch's mind when he wrote this crap?Well,i can tell ya that.Absofuckin nothing.A lot of crap.Can't even say what.Maybe i'm thinking "Huh you people are reading my crap and from courtesy you're gonna say that it's awsome."Well,the thing is i don't give a fuck about you.Yeah,that's right.You could jump off a building and I wouldn't care.Not one bit.The strange is,you don't care that i don't care.That's just how fucked up the world is.Gotcha ya thinkin a bit huh?Maybe yes,maybe no.It's late.I can't see the clock and i don't give a fuck about that.Word up.