So apparently I wrote this last night (this morning really) right before I went to bed. I remember composing the email but not what went in it. Reading it now with fresh eyes… I kinda like it. So here it is for your own amusement.

First of all, let me assure you that everything you think you know about yourself is not true. Your self perception is a misguided dreamstate perpetuated by misguided leaders following misuided rules. Not even religion can save you from this. The essence of the argument is that there is an argument. Nothing good can come from this. It is only through self-examination that true understanding can begin. Everything you need to know is concealed within your navel. That deep sacred place where lint grows and seraphims travel. Don’t let me put my ideals on you. For my ideals are cruel. And my ideals are cruel.


Do you begin to understand now? I see you don’t and that’s ok. I wish you the best of luck in your future endevours.


Even though they are doomed to fail.


Because you are a pitiful little creature living a pitiful little life and what’s worse is that you don’t’ know you’re pitiful, you just exist, jolly in the ill-concieved notion that you somehow matter.


This makes me sad.


This makes me sad.


And that’s why they cry at night.


All because of you.


Goodnight now.


It’s time to bed.