i actually can't stop

this is one of those rare moments where i can't stop, i want to keep going, nobody reads this shit anyway, out of all the blogs out here, i don't even know why you would end up here? it's kind of predictable in a way, the guy writing about how much he wants people to dislike him probably has some of the coolest people ever made on this fucking earth reading his blabbering bullshit, but all writers are bullshit of course, it's just he way you use your words, you don't really care for plot or character build up, it's all a load of shit, you want honest things don't you? you want a guy who will say what you're thinking without any sense of remorse, at least that's what i like, maybe i am off a bit, i've been off a bit since i can remember, but lately i've been thinking, alot actually, i'm actually pretty normal, maybe every once and a while i write something that people can look back on, and say, "oh shit, that was good," but every dog has his day right? i do believe in one thing though, that these words that i write keep me from having pent up, pathetic, aggression, they keep me from doing bad things, i'll keep on thinking it's a normal life, but i'll add my own twist to it, that's the best part of all this, i'm actually not writing so you can pat me on the back, i'm writing so i can work this all out on paper, it's like a huge fucking math equation, it never ends, fucking long division right?

this will never stop
it's constant
it'll outlast.
even you.

don't actually believe for a second that i'm serious about any of this. or am i? no... actually i'm not... really. or? no..

we all ask for honesty in persons,
but we can't believe our fucking ears,
so we all ask for pretentious sayings,
and we still can't believe our fucking ears,
so we all build walls,
brick by stupid humiliating brick,
it's useless on that side,
but that's the side everyone's on,
i'll tell you what,
i'll chill on the honest side,
and maybe someone will peak their head over on that side,
and decide that that side isn't so bad
maybe they'll actually dislike that side
and shoot balled up pieces of newspaper at me
it's cool
i'll still be on this side
we ask for so much
but respect so little
we all ask for a piece of the pie
but we're all full
don't assume for a second,
or even two seconds,
that whatever happens between here and there
really isn't worth your time,
your plagiarism,
one day,
you'll be almost gone,
and wonder exactly where it all went bad,
it's too late
it's a little too late
it's actually really too late
you should of done what was suppose to be done,
but you held back
and now,
now,
now you want to wind the clock back at least 20 years
for all the nonsense, the belonging, was never for me
breath
breath man
i'm telling you to breath!