09.25.02 - 2:35 am
it really is funny how much control we REALLY lack in our everyday events... in our life, even. i hit a skunk tonight. if you haven't done that, it FUCKING SUCKS ASS! it was right there, and i knew when i turned off onto the backroads, i was going to smash some poor tiny animal into oblivion. fuck'em, shouldn't have been jerkin off in the road. although.. i'm going to miss that skunk. i barely knew him, hell.. i even liked the fella.. but i smashed his ass onto the bottom of my car. now i have a mustang that smells like skunk dirty ass. the car.. it's attractive, till you smell it. dirty skunk ass mustang. hm.. wonder if i can market that idea?
i really felt bad about the skunk. like, i could've swerved (i don't know if i'm spelling that right, it looks weird, and sounds weird) but i froze when i saw him in the road. even after i told myself i was going to hit something. and then i went on to say, "man, if i didn't go that backroad, that skunk would still be alive" i honestly felt shitty. i dunno.. god forbid i ever hit a dog or something.. i think i'd really cry about it. i really would.
so then it traveled in my mind to the point of, well.. no one has control. it's one minute, you're in the road chewing on road grime to BANG. you're dead. and the funny thing is, you don't have any time in your life to sit around and think, what might happen.. cause then something will happen. so what do we do? we forget and move on. i'll say.. when i'm gone, and they're asking me questions (you know, on the alien mother ship.. where we all go after we die) and they say, "what did you find so interesting about life?" i'll say... "the goddamn cruelty!" and begin choking them.
dumb fuckin aliens.
