Bore Me.

thebeave: i've learned that I'm not funny to dumb people
thebeave: so evidently my shit is deep
thebeave: or so shallow it seems deep
mind: a shame that your awareness of yourself ruines how fucking charming you really are.

but it doesn't, really, though. it makes the charm flawed. human. even more appealing.

thebeave: when they teach you to analyze everything around you, eventually you turn the attention to yourself
mind: only the smart ones.
thebeave: i'm fully aware of my faults
thebeave: i just don't think they're as bad as everyone else's
mind: lol

see. he knows. flawed and so. fucking. powerful.

mind: i think it might be better to say something like "i know my faults... i just don't let them hold me back from all my good shit"
mind: but then again
mind: maybe you like sounding arrogant.

yeah he does.

thebeave: i wouldn't say something like that
mind: heh.
thebeave: and if I did I wouldn't be me
mind: fair enough
mind: because being yourself is way more crucial than any matter of political or social correctness.
thebeave: To thyne own self be true.
mind: werd.


thebeave: yes I quote shakespeare lines that are as common as a can of Comet under the kitchen sink, but that's because he had 3 good plays and the rest were rinse and repeats
mind: you don't hafta be original or obscure to prove a point.
thebeave: i'm neither
mind: me either.
thebeave: i say the shit that most everyone thinks, but won't say in public, at church or around small children
thebeave: i mean everyone wants to take their boss hostage for ransom
thebeave: i'm just the guy that goes ahead and starts cutting the letters out of the magazine
mind: you know how powerful that makes you though
mind: actions are so much more than feelings or thoughts
thebeave: nah it makes me another loud mouth spouting garbage over the internet
thebeave: but
thebeave: nah no buts
thebeave: that's pathetic enough on it's own
mind: i dont buy it
mind: stop tryin to downplay it
mind: we can smell our own.
thebeave: yeah but our own sniffs the ass of the ones better than us
mind: its not about how good we are
mind: it's just that we are.


thebeave: it's just sad
thebeave: that I can't worship myself
mind: lol
mind: you do in a way, though.
thebeave: i long to follow a god like myself
mind: you already do
thebeave: that's the most profoundly arrogant statement ever uttered
mind: are you having a moment?
thebeave: nah i'm full of sashimi, sake and some stankin ass white rhino
mind: yeah
mind: yer havin a moment

yep. that's all you had to say. i'm done with you. you are way too into all of the glorious things that have yet to spew out of your mouth to really even need me in the mix.

thebeave: take this down for me
mind: but
thebeave: profoundly arrogant dialog about the supreme greatness of me
mind: yer typing
mind: it's already down
thebeave: just remind me
thebeave: i can't write it now
mind: do i get paid to do this

because really. engaging in these conversations with the same charming boys, with the same big dreams and the same lack of motivation... they have lost their spark. i don't get the high off of these exchanges anymore.

their words don't mean anything if the fire isn't also in their movements. their hands. in every choice they make in every challenge they create for themselves.

slack-ass dreaming is for punk teenagers and college kids with too much time on their hands. i've got too much shit to do to sit around in this circle jerk of self-importance.

That IS Perfect!

babyface: you have a voice fetish
starz: no no
starz: not his actual voice, retard
starz: his writing voice
babyface: ah
starz: i have a WORD fetish.
babyface: lol
starz: fuck me that's the perfect way to describe it.
babyface: fuck you? k
starz: see... that right there
starz: that's where you totally lost me.
babyface: lol
starz: a shame, really.