One Paragraph To Explain My Writing.

We are just chimpanzees fighting over bamboo with gun powder and fiber optic multiplications tables, we are nuclear disasters waiting to happen when the conditions heat up just right and cook our transition into modern civilization… Which might have coincided with our species’ drop in testosterone. I read that somewhere once, but when I get older is when i start to believe it. This is just one day’s knowledge in 2014, operate. Doctors don’t know more than me, I’m hooked into the matrix of information… Dropping it, sloppily it spills out and gets on you like hot coffee, you’re mad at me. Don’t use such big words, fuck… I can’t keep up with it. Stop your bitching. This is what I aspire to be, the best writer call me Marshall Mather, Shakespearean Vonnegut… I came to fuck you up, I bring the knowledge of poetic phenomenons.