that’s it- that’s this.
maybe he got it again, but only with the foolishness that might accompany it all, i best guess that best practice is not on a poster. you will find no powerpoint for the winning team, no, except for paltry attempts at escaping ends-meat and piece-meal scourging around, shit bagging and destroying what you seconds ago created and trying to no avail. a hooting quiet holler that goes underground once in a while to recoup. you have no future.
try try try. you will not win. you will not win. you are doomed from the first, from your parents oversight to your lack of wherewithal-you are doomed. and you eat that and you keep smiling with no sympathy from quarters not shrouded in cheap perfume, booze, and degenerates, maybe a bit of inspiration, but dubious, tucked behind your ear.
you will not win, but you will keep wasting and wanting what you will never, ever have.
a-hole.
