Royal. (random thoughts and intellectual jabs)

I can't say life is fucked up, because Im fucked up. Im a product of it. A constant battle of balance goes on within me as is goes on within the world, and thats how it will be, as long as humans are free to roam the world and do whatever the fuck they want.

So Whats perfection? why make up something that we know doesnt exist? It seems like a reflection of our insecurities and what we desire rather than something that can be achieved.

You kill the notion of trying to make something perfect, and let it be what it is. Because how can one so called "flawed" being try to improved upon another being that is equally "flawed" as well? Wouldnt that make it more fucked up / flawed? Like bullshit trying to improve upon bullshit, but instead, bullshit just made more "bullshit" to deal with .

yeah, its like 1 am, and Im on a friends laptop typing this Clusterfuck of intellectual fuckery that makes all the young girls blush and giggle.

Smart guys get ALL the ladies.

Read books, get busy.