Oh, if I didn’t have porn I’d be pissed.
If I didn’t eat meat like those gay sissy progressives then I’d fuckin’ kill someone.
What if I didn’t have these sweet tattoos?
What if I didn’t have NFL football?
What if this cell phone that is always by my side, wasn’t?
What if I didn’t shop unless I really needed something?
What kind of person would I be? How could I possibly define who I am?
Without these things how could I possibly distract myself from the wretched day to day tedium at a job where it’s not unusual to think about suicide if I’m not sufficiently overworked.
How was anyone ever remotely happy before any of these things existed?
What if I saw the world for what it is before people started judging my status and trying to commodify my life?
What would I see? Nihilism? Or bliss?
