THIS IS DINGLEBERRY PHILOSOPHY 3.3.17

 

This is what happens when I’m too lazy to write. I’ve called this category DINGLEBERRY PHILOSOPHY because it’s worth about as much as the dingleberries that frequent the hairs around my anus. Also, there is a double entendre. You’ll have to look up DINGLEBERRY to get it. All but the third couplet don’t make any sense. 


3.3.17


 

I hear voices in my head.

They tell me to stop listening.

 

Breathing is a privilege for the living.

For the dead it is regression.

 

They have pills that take away depression.

But they don’t have pills that gift happiness.

 

Being afraid of the dark is paradoxical.

We should be afraid of the light, where all dangers are visible.

 

 

Success is acclimating to immense variations of failure.

Failure is acclimating to immense variations of success.


Written at 10:48 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA, after consuming a spicy chicken sandwich and fries from Wendy’s. There was also a burger, which I didn’t eat because it was disgusting, which did not have cheese on it; I am beginning to suspect I am lactose intolerant. Now I can’t make fun of people who say they’re lactose intolerant. Today is a dark day. 

 

 

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