Vague Insanty 086

So you think you've seen it all, in silver dreams of ecstasy, in the celluloid memories of the drunken projectionist of life, but really, deep down, you wonder if all of your life actually consists of 3 knock-knock jokes, one giant plate of nachos, and an awkward sexual experience with a farm hand named Julie.

And then you begin to ponder your life - and there comes the whole damned problem. The brain is like the biggest mistake ever made by anyone. You really shouldn't have to sit down and think about all this crap.

Intelligence should be useful - you can make stone tools to kill things, cook things to kill the germs, plan out where you will get food tomorrow to sort of keep this stupid cycle going.

But the problem with intelligence is that's there's just too damned much of it. So you spend time thinking about the past, and your individual personality - and then you feel bummed, or guilty, or uncomfortable.

And it would just be better without philosophy, and religion, and self-help books.

Personally, I'm a thoughtless motherfucker who says the first thing that comes to mind.

I want to know true happiness.

I also stole your magazines.