Angry Images: Chapter 3.
Look at this fucking Jellyfish. It has a mouth and an arsehole and no brain and just floats around in a kind of weightless daze. You know that beautiful half a second the moment after you wake up, but just before you realise you’re You? Yeah, well, that’s how this blissed-out, mindless mouth and arsehole lives its entire fucking life. Fuck this jellyfish and it’s superior state of being. We should have never evolved.
Look at these conformist almonds, corralled into an unnatural square by some unseen, ostensibly benevolent force. Lies. These oppressed almonds are everything you should fear, their uncomfortable square is nothing but your cage of socially constructed limitations. Admit it, you’ll never break free from being a happy little almond. Fuck these almonds. Fuck everything they represent.
Oh fuck these fish and whoever’s cooking them. An open fire? a carefree drizzle of lemon? cooking them on bits of wood while that smoke effortlessly wafts across some presumably carefree coastal scene? COME ON. Who the fuck does this? I can’t even cook toast without fucking that up. I bet it tastes amazing too, fuck this stupid delicious fish.
If that island is all my hopes and dreams, then this water is the debts and weight of inaction slowly drowning me while I helplessly look on at that palm shaded paradise just tantalisingly out of reach. I wonder what that little house is like? probably quite nice I bet. I’ll never fucking know though. Fuck this island.
Look at this fucking horse. Look at it saunter through that snow like it’s on a fashion week runway. Look at that effortlessly windswept mane. Look at its self assured, cool-as-fuck gaze dismantling your entire sense of self. You will never be as good as this horse. Fuck I hate this beautiful bastard and its down-to-earth country roots.
PUNCH TODAY IN THE FACE?! Stop kidding yourself. You’re not going to punch shit. You’re going to read that, then sit down and fail to do all the work you were supposed to do and keep working into the night, and miss your friends going away party because you’ve got three jobs that don’t pay and you know what? Today punched You in the face. Now get back to work and stop picking fights you can’t win.