That's me.Allstar wrote:The one thing I hate about being from NJ is that everyone not from there thinks you look like this.tykjen wrote:He is from New Jersey. I can understand, from at least one point of view.
What made you frown today?
lol im 20 and ive never had a job. WINtykjen wrote:
Why you lurking my page brah?
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Life.
I am happy it wasn't death.steveportee wrote:Life.
I just feel life has no meaning. To me hedonism and choosing what has meaning is just a distractionAllstar wrote:The one thing I hate about being from NJ is that everyone not from there thinks you look like this.tykjen wrote:He is from New Jersey. I can understand, from at least one point of view.
"When art imitates life"
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?
So I'm suppose to literrally fuck around (especially at 18 years of age) get a white collar job so that I could chase money and sate my endless materialist obsession, pursue prominence to sooth my ego, and then watch it all erode as I await the end of my existence :neutral:tykjen wrote:Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?
"When art imitates life"
If that was your take on it.. then just go ahead sir.dafox wrote:So I'm suppose to literrally fuck around (especially at 18 years of age) get a white collar job so that I could chase money and sate my endless materialist obsession, pursue prominence to sooth my ego, and then watch it all erode as I await the end of my existence :neutral:tykjen wrote:Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?
I'd rather bang my head against the wall until I lose consciousness.. no wonder people make up religionstykjen wrote:If that was your take on it.. then just go ahead sir.dafox wrote: So I'm suppose to literrally fuck around (especially at 18 years of age) get a white collar job so that I could chase money and sate my endless materialist obsession, pursue prominence to sooth my ego, and then watch it all erode as I await the end of my existence :neutral:
"When art imitates life"
+1. I'm a High School student, i've just endured 6 hours of people bitching about nothing nonstop, I don't need it here too!Mr. Caine wrote:You making this thread.