creative destruction.

i can't believe it, y'all.
a sh!tsmear weather anomaly.
a deader than dead day at the studio.
a busted and disgusted turd-crusted saturday.
i should've stayed home and driven thumbtacks into my face.
that might've been more productive.
awwwwwwwww, man.
i do the dumbest stuff when i've got no direction:

yep.
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have you duders ever met one of those
smarmy, smug, condescending, self-assured
A*-holes who is so flippin' comfortable taking
the lead in a contest of combative conversation
that they always get you to concede the point
by making you so flustered, frustrated, and furious
that you explode about off-topic incidents
and totally forget how to communicate
like a normal thinking human being discussing
resolution to a point of disagreement?
y'know,
like, then you get all berserker,
while they make that thin-lipped pompous grin,
like they so knew you were gonna lose your cool
in front of everybody and act the fool?
word up, neighbors-
what?
who?
really?
yeah.
i guess you're right, my ninjas,
i kind of really sort of am like that.
i don't want to win arguments on substance,
but rather by undermining your face value
as loud and hard as possible.
yeah.
i doo-doo that sh!tty sh!t.
being unbearable,
and withstanding the unendurable.
more of this, kids.
eleven kinds of awful,
in a ten-awful capacity container.
over-F*ing-flowing,
while it's snowing;
never quiet, never soft.....