Random questions by random people, answered randomly by a random sleep deprived mind. Random... Has anybody thought of how weird that word sounds? Like smile. Seriously, try saying smile. Over and over again. Slowly. You are now infected.
1. Why do you make coffee using ground coffee beans instead of Nescafe?
That's like asking why I'd work to make money instead of just robbing a bank. Maybe not but fuck it, same concept aye? I guess I just look at it as something wrong, you know, kind of like what's fucking up the world nowadays. There's always an easy way out, sure, but is the exit the right one? Besides, Nescafe is the bane of coffee drinkers, I'm not patronizing but seriously, fuck that shit. Some dude actually had the nerve to call himself a coffee drinker but when I asked him to make coffee using fucken coffee powder, he looked at me as if I asked him to build the Twin Towers using cigarette butts. Fuck it, it's personal preference, I like my coffee.
2. What is with your obsession with everything old i.e. music, furniture, fashion et cetera?
Wait, why the fuck not? I'm supposed to answer sincerely? Uh, right. Look around you. Everything nowadays is almost always inferior then what it used to be. Music for fucking example, have you heard the shit they produce nowadays? It's like fingernails dragged across a blackboard amidst a background of cars crashing into each other at abysmal speed. Why should I settle for something so distasteful, so vulgar, so fucking disheartening when I already have something so much more romantic, so much more poetic and better when viewed from every single angle? You answer that.
3. You are regarded as a recluse and many have pointed out that your absence from society has been increasingly frequent. What do you make of this?
What do I make of it? I don't particularly find the need to dispel any of such claims as it is because hey, at least they got one thing right. The definition of being social in today's world, like may other definitions, have been perverted and twisted to the very axis of oblivion that it's not something I can look at and find it amusing any longer. It's wretched, it's fucking demented and it makes my eye twitch. Which is uncomfortable to say the least. I mean really, some apparently enlightened soul had the liberty of telling me that it is to create a form of network in which one might benefit from in the future. Basically manipulation labelled under the term 'friendship'. I do not deny that I too manipulate, sometimes just for the giggles but I have never coiffed it up and label it under something that it is not. I mean really, you could call me a fucked up, twisted bastard which I will not deny that I am, but at least I could confidently, without any form of hesitation, tell you how many people I trust wholeheartedly and would put their lives on the line for my sake. Can you?
4. You clearly are an asshole. How is that working out for you?
I do not understand what you are inquiring. No, seriously, I don't get it.
5. Let me rephrase, how does it feel not being invited to parties or not being called upon when people need help or basically just not having people depending on you because frankly, they don't like you. How does it feel, sitting alone at home, while other people are out enjoying themselves?
Ah. Well honestly, I have to admit, it kind of sucks. Wait, no that didn't come out right. I have to explain. It sucks because it takes a toll on my parasitic and manipulative capabilities. I mean really, when you want to latch on and never let go, it's best when people allow you to do so, aye? But then again, when I think about it, I gladly welcome the negativity because apparently nowadays, being an asshole is walks hand in hand with being a fucking honest person.
Example, a person asks me if his or her partner is too good for him/her. When the person is clearly a fucked up lecherous three timing womanizer/manizer, naturally my response would be 'Why yes, he/she is clearly too good for you who are quite possibly the biggest verminous scum of the uni/multiverse'. Yet, the response that I will get is regretfully not 'Why how delightfully perceptive and honest you are. I shall now go out and roll in the mud for I truly am a verminous scum of the uni/multiverse' but instead, I will get something along the lines of 'Fuck you, asshole'.
Another example. 'Do you think I look fat/ugly/retarded/ fuglarded in this dress?'. Honest response: 'Why yes, now that you have inquired, you look delightfully swell in that. You look like a bull, minus the schlong plus a few hundred more cancerous testicles which is what your arms look like. Hell, you look like three Michelin Men fused together, got fired from his job and fell into alcohol addiction. Ah fuck, you look like a failed government experiment where they decided to collect all the fat from the millions of liposuctions and channel it into you. And I'm just talking about your arms. Fuck! They look like five bodybuilders' severed thighs! But yeah, try the other dress on, it might just work.'
Usually, unfortunately, I'll get the 'Fuck you, asshole' response before I could even finish saying yes. So, if you are honestly asking me if I feel the least bit left out at the notion that the world thinks I am an asshole, then fuck you thrice in the nose. If that's how the world thinks then I'm glad that I'm a fucking asshole, I'm glad that everybody thinks I'm an asshole because if the world can't differentiate between being an honest person from being an asshole, then too bad.
6. In reference to your answer, isn't there limits to being honest, because from my point of view, you have pretty much crossed the line which separated honesty from insensitivity. By quite the distance if I may say so myself.
That makes sense actually, but then I ask you this in return. What position are you in, what role do you play in my life which requires me to sugar coat my words? No, scratch that, the fact of the matter is that I don't fucking believe in all the bullshit about having to coat your words just so that people don't get hurt. Truth itself is meant to pierce you and explode, there's no point in trying to fucking coat it with words of encouragement or whatever the fuck you think is right. If everybody starts to do that, the world will inevitably end because humans; fucking humans aren't designed to fucking understand. They need shock and trauma to actually be able to assess the situation correctly.
7. Your views are fairly interesting to say the least. I'll move on then. A bit more personal this time, if I may. Why the lack of a relationship with the opposite sex? You will be reluctant to answer, I suppose, but a promise is a promise.
Haha, fuck, are you the fucking Devil? I might've fucken made a fucken bad deal here... But yes, a promise is a promise is a promise. I could go on and go 'Ah, you know me, spoilt for choices, I just can't make a decision' while I flick my hair and reject calls coming from a hundred different girls but of course, I'll be lying eh. I've told you about the whole bloody attention span thingy and I guess that might be true. Based on that, I dunno, I guess I'm fucken scared or something? I mean look at it this way, I get a girl, close to perfection. Then I bugger off halfway, things get ugly bla bla bla, and then we part. I mean what's to say that said lady is what I needed all along, who's to say that she's the fucking one, you know? Sooner or later, I'm going to fucking regret it. I don't think I'm exaggerating here, I might not be the most dazzling figure amongst many, fuck far from it actually but I get decent amount of attention. The problem is that I can't go on and do shit. The bitchiest thing about getting a lot of stuff is the fact that you can't discard the whole nagging feeling when you actually choose one. Like having to choose chocolate. Fuck. That's some hard shit right there. Anyways, before I ramble on about this shit, are you satisfied? Fuck this shit, people are reading.
8. Your beliefs... The personal ones about heaven hell and all things supernatural and not... How honestly logical are they... Or is there a personal emotional element in the things u believe in?
Awesome question, but no surprise coming from you. Frankly, I could pretend to say a lot of bullshit about it but I'm not going to try to. In all honesty, I don't give a fuck about heaven or hell. I think it's overrated and people have killed over such trivial matters. About God on the other hand, that I believe in. You already know all the scientific stuff that is already said out there so I'm not going to bother telling you. It's logical to me, I mean yes, there is a whole debate going on since mankind first proposed the concept and naturally there's always an opposition. But then I look at us, and fuck it, I look at everything, and there is no way in fucking hell is this a randomized coincidence. That, you can probably assert to my personal emotion. Most probably awe, but you know me, the jealous type. I have never been approached in a dream by fucken wise men in fucken white. I have never heard voices of shit telling me to do stuff. I've never seen dramatic fights between angels and demons. But then I guess there's that feeling you know. Galactic filaments. I'll leave it at that.
9. How'd you see yourself in 20 years from now?
Dead, sprawled in a gutter, possibly raped with a cucumber halfway stuck in my ass. Or maybe not. Seriously, in twenty years mate, I see myself in an apartment, in the center of a city, in the heart of the world, alone and depressed. There's always a price to pay I guess. fair trade I must say, fair trade indeed.
10. Choose between a home in fucking flames... Or somewhere far away,in peace,a new place.
Home in fucking flames. Definitely, without a fucking doubt. As messed up as I am though, family is all I fucking have, all I can trust myself to depend upon. I guess a burnt down home can still be rebuilt but fucken family... Where the chod are you gonna find that aye? Still, if given further choice I'd grab everyone and teleport them to somewhere far away in peace. Because I'm awesome.
11. How do you know what you're doing in life is what you should be doing?
Sigh. How do you know what the person you're conversing with is going to say next? How do you know when that plane is going to crash into that building? How do you know that you might not get a chance to talk to another person cause Lady Deaths is impossible to deny?
You can't, can you? What you do right now, at this moment, how do you know it might be an event which could lead you to your demise? I mean fuck, how am I supposed to answer that, that's like God level shit man... All you can do is fucking go on with it. I mean don't literally just go crashing into people's bedrooms and steal their underwear just for giggles. Do stuff with a clear conscience. Whatever happens, happens.
12. What do you think of maturity? How exactly do you measure it; be it by age or by actions?
Maturity in itself is fucking overrated. It's a near obsolete way in which society base it's shallow thoughts into dividing and segmenting people.
Still, I cannot deny that maturity is in itself a fucken bitch to explain. If one looks at it from an age point of view, what is there to deny that a ten year old person may be more mature than a thirty year old? Who can say? But then again, as we age, wisdom increases, it is an undeniable rule, so by that, age does contribute to maturity. If by actions then we come to the same problem, a ten year old might act in a more 'mature' way then a thirty year old bugger. But then again, is it possible for one to be mature and immature at the same time? You can get a person who is mature in certain aspects but at the same time acts like a toddler in some other aspect. Who's to say? I'm have the mind of a seven year old when it comes to learning stuff and also, unfortunately, the attention span of one but at the same time, my thoughts and soul feels like that of a seventy year old bugger. Both co-exist in a 20 year old body.
13. What the frak is wrong with you?
Phai. That is an answer in itself.
Toodles.
1. Why do you make coffee using ground coffee beans instead of Nescafe?
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| This... This says it all... |
That's like asking why I'd work to make money instead of just robbing a bank. Maybe not but fuck it, same concept aye? I guess I just look at it as something wrong, you know, kind of like what's fucking up the world nowadays. There's always an easy way out, sure, but is the exit the right one? Besides, Nescafe is the bane of coffee drinkers, I'm not patronizing but seriously, fuck that shit. Some dude actually had the nerve to call himself a coffee drinker but when I asked him to make coffee using fucken coffee powder, he looked at me as if I asked him to build the Twin Towers using cigarette butts. Fuck it, it's personal preference, I like my coffee.
2. What is with your obsession with everything old i.e. music, furniture, fashion et cetera?
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| I seriously urge you to reconsider... |
Wait, why the fuck not? I'm supposed to answer sincerely? Uh, right. Look around you. Everything nowadays is almost always inferior then what it used to be. Music for fucking example, have you heard the shit they produce nowadays? It's like fingernails dragged across a blackboard amidst a background of cars crashing into each other at abysmal speed. Why should I settle for something so distasteful, so vulgar, so fucking disheartening when I already have something so much more romantic, so much more poetic and better when viewed from every single angle? You answer that.
3. You are regarded as a recluse and many have pointed out that your absence from society has been increasingly frequent. What do you make of this?
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| I was just trying to emphasize. |
4. You clearly are an asshole. How is that working out for you?
I do not understand what you are inquiring. No, seriously, I don't get it.
5. Let me rephrase, how does it feel not being invited to parties or not being called upon when people need help or basically just not having people depending on you because frankly, they don't like you. How does it feel, sitting alone at home, while other people are out enjoying themselves?
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| I believe we are way past that stage. |
Example, a person asks me if his or her partner is too good for him/her. When the person is clearly a fucked up lecherous three timing womanizer/manizer, naturally my response would be 'Why yes, he/she is clearly too good for you who are quite possibly the biggest verminous scum of the uni/multiverse'. Yet, the response that I will get is regretfully not 'Why how delightfully perceptive and honest you are. I shall now go out and roll in the mud for I truly am a verminous scum of the uni/multiverse' but instead, I will get something along the lines of 'Fuck you, asshole'.
Another example. 'Do you think I look fat/ugly/retarded/ fuglarded in this dress?'. Honest response: 'Why yes, now that you have inquired, you look delightfully swell in that. You look like a bull, minus the schlong plus a few hundred more cancerous testicles which is what your arms look like. Hell, you look like three Michelin Men fused together, got fired from his job and fell into alcohol addiction. Ah fuck, you look like a failed government experiment where they decided to collect all the fat from the millions of liposuctions and channel it into you. And I'm just talking about your arms. Fuck! They look like five bodybuilders' severed thighs! But yeah, try the other dress on, it might just work.'
Usually, unfortunately, I'll get the 'Fuck you, asshole' response before I could even finish saying yes. So, if you are honestly asking me if I feel the least bit left out at the notion that the world thinks I am an asshole, then fuck you thrice in the nose. If that's how the world thinks then I'm glad that I'm a fucking asshole, I'm glad that everybody thinks I'm an asshole because if the world can't differentiate between being an honest person from being an asshole, then too bad.
6. In reference to your answer, isn't there limits to being honest, because from my point of view, you have pretty much crossed the line which separated honesty from insensitivity. By quite the distance if I may say so myself.
That makes sense actually, but then I ask you this in return. What position are you in, what role do you play in my life which requires me to sugar coat my words? No, scratch that, the fact of the matter is that I don't fucking believe in all the bullshit about having to coat your words just so that people don't get hurt. Truth itself is meant to pierce you and explode, there's no point in trying to fucking coat it with words of encouragement or whatever the fuck you think is right. If everybody starts to do that, the world will inevitably end because humans; fucking humans aren't designed to fucking understand. They need shock and trauma to actually be able to assess the situation correctly.
7. Your views are fairly interesting to say the least. I'll move on then. A bit more personal this time, if I may. Why the lack of a relationship with the opposite sex? You will be reluctant to answer, I suppose, but a promise is a promise.
Haha, fuck, are you the fucking Devil? I might've fucken made a fucken bad deal here... But yes, a promise is a promise is a promise. I could go on and go 'Ah, you know me, spoilt for choices, I just can't make a decision' while I flick my hair and reject calls coming from a hundred different girls but of course, I'll be lying eh. I've told you about the whole bloody attention span thingy and I guess that might be true. Based on that, I dunno, I guess I'm fucken scared or something? I mean look at it this way, I get a girl, close to perfection. Then I bugger off halfway, things get ugly bla bla bla, and then we part. I mean what's to say that said lady is what I needed all along, who's to say that she's the fucking one, you know? Sooner or later, I'm going to fucking regret it. I don't think I'm exaggerating here, I might not be the most dazzling figure amongst many, fuck far from it actually but I get decent amount of attention. The problem is that I can't go on and do shit. The bitchiest thing about getting a lot of stuff is the fact that you can't discard the whole nagging feeling when you actually choose one. Like having to choose chocolate. Fuck. That's some hard shit right there. Anyways, before I ramble on about this shit, are you satisfied? Fuck this shit, people are reading.
8. Your beliefs... The personal ones about heaven hell and all things supernatural and not... How honestly logical are they... Or is there a personal emotional element in the things u believe in?
Awesome question, but no surprise coming from you. Frankly, I could pretend to say a lot of bullshit about it but I'm not going to try to. In all honesty, I don't give a fuck about heaven or hell. I think it's overrated and people have killed over such trivial matters. About God on the other hand, that I believe in. You already know all the scientific stuff that is already said out there so I'm not going to bother telling you. It's logical to me, I mean yes, there is a whole debate going on since mankind first proposed the concept and naturally there's always an opposition. But then I look at us, and fuck it, I look at everything, and there is no way in fucking hell is this a randomized coincidence. That, you can probably assert to my personal emotion. Most probably awe, but you know me, the jealous type. I have never been approached in a dream by fucken wise men in fucken white. I have never heard voices of shit telling me to do stuff. I've never seen dramatic fights between angels and demons. But then I guess there's that feeling you know. Galactic filaments. I'll leave it at that.
9. How'd you see yourself in 20 years from now?
Dead, sprawled in a gutter, possibly raped with a cucumber halfway stuck in my ass. Or maybe not. Seriously, in twenty years mate, I see myself in an apartment, in the center of a city, in the heart of the world, alone and depressed. There's always a price to pay I guess. fair trade I must say, fair trade indeed.
10. Choose between a home in fucking flames... Or somewhere far away,in peace,a new place.
Home in fucking flames. Definitely, without a fucking doubt. As messed up as I am though, family is all I fucking have, all I can trust myself to depend upon. I guess a burnt down home can still be rebuilt but fucken family... Where the chod are you gonna find that aye? Still, if given further choice I'd grab everyone and teleport them to somewhere far away in peace. Because I'm awesome.
11. How do you know what you're doing in life is what you should be doing?
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| Because life is fucken awesome! |
You can't, can you? What you do right now, at this moment, how do you know it might be an event which could lead you to your demise? I mean fuck, how am I supposed to answer that, that's like God level shit man... All you can do is fucking go on with it. I mean don't literally just go crashing into people's bedrooms and steal their underwear just for giggles. Do stuff with a clear conscience. Whatever happens, happens.
12. What do you think of maturity? How exactly do you measure it; be it by age or by actions?
Maturity in itself is fucking overrated. It's a near obsolete way in which society base it's shallow thoughts into dividing and segmenting people.
Still, I cannot deny that maturity is in itself a fucken bitch to explain. If one looks at it from an age point of view, what is there to deny that a ten year old person may be more mature than a thirty year old? Who can say? But then again, as we age, wisdom increases, it is an undeniable rule, so by that, age does contribute to maturity. If by actions then we come to the same problem, a ten year old might act in a more 'mature' way then a thirty year old bugger. But then again, is it possible for one to be mature and immature at the same time? You can get a person who is mature in certain aspects but at the same time acts like a toddler in some other aspect. Who's to say? I'm have the mind of a seven year old when it comes to learning stuff and also, unfortunately, the attention span of one but at the same time, my thoughts and soul feels like that of a seventy year old bugger. Both co-exist in a 20 year old body.
13. What the frak is wrong with you?
Phai. That is an answer in itself.
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| This is messed up. |
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