I’ve had something of a revelation. My first real revelation. You know, the kind that changes your life. I don’t mean it will change my daily activities. I mean it will change my daily thinking. The really fucked up thing is it sprouts from my last post. Fucked up because I started doing this as a joke and now it is flipping switches in my brain. Well, not entirely, but it was certainly part of the process. I had a thought. A jumbled, incoherent thought that somehow turned into my last post. But a few days later, that original thought, mixed with the post, provided the catalyst for my Revelation. As stupid as it sounds, it was like somebody flipped a switch. I finally understood. No, I am not on drugs. And yes, I do feel it is appropriate to capitalize Revelation from this point on. I’m not fucking around here, this is serious business. Fuck you, like you give a shit.
I do not mean this to be self indulgent babbling. Completely wrapped up in my own universe and sharing it because obviously every person on this planet is planning their schedule around me. Every person on this planet has me in mind. Every person on this planet is trapped in my orbit. Revolve around me. Right? That is how it works? Every little detail. Beyond what I am thinking, down to the tiniest, little, dumb fucking insignificant detail. What I ate for breakfast. What kind of shoes I am wearing. What CD I am obsessing over. What I dreamt about last night. What my relatives are doing. Do you want to know the plot of the last movie I watched? Of course you do. Do you want to know what I watched on TV last night? Of course you do. Do you want to know what I plan on watching on TV tonight? Mother Fucking of course you do. Like you give a shit?
I’m not going to reveal It because that would diminish It. It would diminish It because I don’t have the ability to accurately describe It. The Revelation. I’m talking about the Revelation, not what I plan on watching on TV tonight. Also, because I’m selfish and revealing the Revelation would allow others to steal it and make it their own. You know what I’m talking about; you read or hear something that feels right. It feels so right that you want to make it your own. It gives you the intellectual upper hand. Or maybe it helps pick up girls better. Either way, the less people that know the real source, the better. Well this really is mine. Do you give a shit?
