tylerdurdensays

This is your life and it is ending 1 minute at a time.

You are not your job.

You are not how much you have in the bank.

You are not the contents of your wallet.

You are not your khakis.

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake.

The things you own end up owning you.

Self-destruction might be the answer.

Our generation has had no great depression, no great war. Our war is spiritual, our great depression is our lives.

How much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight.

You can make all sorts of explosives from simple household items.

It is only after we've lost everything that we can do anything.

Youa are not special.

We are all made of the same decaying organic matter as everyhting else.

We are all a part of the same compost heap.

We are the all singing all dancing crap of the world.

If you mix equal parts of gasoline and frozen orange concentrate you can make Napalm.

You are not special.

Deliver me from Swedish furniture.

Deliver me from clever art.