Why?
Am I just not shitty enough? How much shit do I have to put up with before my shit becomes thee shit?
And just who are these experts? They seem to know their shit. Why are they not analyzing my shit? Why doesn't anyone ever come to my blog and tell me my shit doesn't deserve to be where it is? This shit is unfair...
They say, "To get a post to the top, all you have to do is put some shit together and have your shitty friends vote for it."
Well, I have friends, but I can't seem to get my shit together.
Then it hit me, like a ton of brick shithouses.
I noticed something. Many of these experts who front like they know their shit, always seem to be sitting at the bottom of their own pile of shit. If they know this shit and know shit sells, their shit should be at the top... but it isn't. What's up with that shit?
Assholes
That's where shit comes from. It doesn't come from the heart.
I don't think I need to worry about this anymore, my shit post is going nowhere, and I'm fine with that shit. Those shit comments about shit don't amount to shit. I'm so glad I finally figured this shit out.
I don't need these shit experts anyway. I can take care of my own shit, without them.
I made my own award.
I carry this around with me everywhere I go. It's like the time I saw that bowling trophy at the pawn shop. I had to buy it. I wanted everyone to know how good of a bowler I truly am, even though I've never bowled. It's called confidence.
Confidence is the shit. That's the secret sauce that gives you the shits.
If you want to beat the shit, you gotta be the shit.
Oh... Before I Forget My Shit
I made that shit the other day. I really do hope it's shitty enough to go places.
As an artist here, I dream of making the top of the shit list every single day. I've listened to the advice the shit experts have put forth in the past and I think I can do this. If today were to be that day and everyone came along to tell me how shitty my stuff is, I'd be the happiest man on the planet.
Thank You for Supporting My Shit Today
Ciao
