Etc, Etc.

Me in either 20 years, or right now

So here we are, a year and some months before the end of the world. I find myself at yet another bottle of vodka, and the rest of you find yourselves pretending to be interested at some lost Kafka works. Pray tell, how fascinating is that Post Modern Existential literature? Shut your god damn yuppie trap.

Anyways, its funny how often we hum a little diddy, not realizing that we've become what the rest of the world considers to be a free thinking radical terrorist. Didn't see that coming, did you?

Work hard, fuck harder.

~Xavier R.

p.s. It will be a slow death. But how glorious the gradual creep.