don't stomp on people. don't be a person who stomps on people. don't be a person who stomps on peoples beings and space simply because you don't understand your own. be ok with not understanding. be ok with not knowing things. listen, for christ's sake. could you just listen sometimes? then you will be able to know some things. if knowing is possible. and then you will feel better. and then you might stop this compulsive stomping.
everyone wants to be the best. at something. anything. people are obsessed with being the best. but being the best is not real. being unique is best.
go fuck yourself. would you just go fuck yourself? just go do that. and stop using the rest of us to heal your psychic wounds. go fuck your wounds.
sometimes i hate men. i do. perhaps all the time, mildly. mildly, a misandrist. but the root is envy--painful envy for the easy emotionless simplicity of their affections. for their inner stasis and the outward energy it provokes. for their freedom in urination.
one of my greatest achievements: overcoming an unhealthy aversion to hurting people when necessary. this saves everyone time and energy.
don't be a coward. don't lie because you are a coward. don't be a liar, you coward.
i don't share anger enough. so often it seems pointless, achieving no purpose. but sometimes the expression is purpose enough. sometimes i want to throw dishes, and what i do instead is nothing. i should probably throw dishes.
people are dogs.
[to be continued]
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bastards.
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