Age
It is sad to think about being so fucking old,
But at least I don't feel as fucking old as I am.
But here's something that sucks:
When I used to tell people how old I was,
They would be shocked and say,
"Are you fucking serious?
I seriously thought you were fucking
Ten years fucking younger,"
Or words to that fucking effect.
But that very rarely happens anymore.
Which kind of fucking sucks.
Perhaps nowadays everybody that I fucking meet
Just kind of fucking figures I'm too old
To need that kind of fucking ego boost.
They are almost right.
I almost don't give a shit.
Maybe next year, I won't give a shit at all.
Maybe the older I get,
The less shit I will give
About how fucking old I fucking am.
I certainly give a lot less shit today than I did this time last year,
Which is some fucking kind of progress, I suppose.
Happy fucking birthday to me.
9/2/2014
Birth
I am fairly fucking happy I was born,
And that is certainly a major fucking improvement.
There have certainly been times when
The temptation to exist was not that fucking strong.
At all.
It is not that fucking uncommon
To be really fucking depressed on one's birthday,
But I'm not, so fucking far.
So fucking far, so fucking good.
9/2/2014
Time
I really wish I had the fucking time
To say it all, to feel it all, to fucking do it all.
I don't even have enough fucking time
To figure out what the fuck I want to say right now,
Or how to fucking say it.
I desperately need to find the fucking space
To be alone with this fucking self
(If in fact, the fucking self exists
And isn't merely fucking maya)
And to try to fucking know
What I really fucking feel.
Maybe if I stopped wasting so much fucking time
Fucking cursing all the time,
I'd find that I would have more fucking time
For other fucking shit,
Like feelings, and thoughts and activities
And every other motherfucking thing.
But that's fucking crazy.
I'm not going to stop fucking cursing.
Not today, not tomorrow,
Not for a long fucking time, if fucking ever.
So don't you fucking worry.
I'll be back.
9/2/2014
It is sad to think about being so fucking old,
But at least I don't feel as fucking old as I am.
But here's something that sucks:
When I used to tell people how old I was,
They would be shocked and say,
"Are you fucking serious?
I seriously thought you were fucking
Ten years fucking younger,"
Or words to that fucking effect.
But that very rarely happens anymore.
Which kind of fucking sucks.
Perhaps nowadays everybody that I fucking meet
Just kind of fucking figures I'm too old
To need that kind of fucking ego boost.
They are almost right.
I almost don't give a shit.
Maybe next year, I won't give a shit at all.
Maybe the older I get,
The less shit I will give
About how fucking old I fucking am.
I certainly give a lot less shit today than I did this time last year,
Which is some fucking kind of progress, I suppose.
Happy fucking birthday to me.
9/2/2014
Birth
I am fairly fucking happy I was born,
And that is certainly a major fucking improvement.
There have certainly been times when
The temptation to exist was not that fucking strong.
At all.
It is not that fucking uncommon
To be really fucking depressed on one's birthday,
But I'm not, so fucking far.
So fucking far, so fucking good.
9/2/2014
Time
I really wish I had the fucking time
To say it all, to feel it all, to fucking do it all.
I don't even have enough fucking time
To figure out what the fuck I want to say right now,
Or how to fucking say it.
I desperately need to find the fucking space
To be alone with this fucking self
(If in fact, the fucking self exists
And isn't merely fucking maya)
And to try to fucking know
What I really fucking feel.
Maybe if I stopped wasting so much fucking time
Fucking cursing all the time,
I'd find that I would have more fucking time
For other fucking shit,
Like feelings, and thoughts and activities
And every other motherfucking thing.
But that's fucking crazy.
I'm not going to stop fucking cursing.
Not today, not tomorrow,
Not for a long fucking time, if fucking ever.
So don't you fucking worry.
I'll be back.
9/2/2014
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