Most people are artificial. There’s nothing special about them…they are a dime a dozen. A dime a dozen personalities, a dime a dozen lives… they do nothing, they stand for nothing, and they believe in nothing. Drifters with no sense of self or ability. They believe what they’re told. Even if they think they are questioning the logic…they aren’t. They believe in labels, they can’t see past the ends of their noses. I guess it’s ok to be artificial because it leaves the rest of us special mutherfuckers to stand apart and shine a little brighter. Thanks.

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