Good memories. Why do they have to be memories? Why is it that everything good goes away in the end? This shit life supplies us with complete garbage accompanied with a good memory, sprinkled here and there. Good times will always go awry; either that or good things are secretly consolidated with pure shit.Where did it all go wrong? I mean, think about it. Take any history class for example: any topic you learn is a horrific story. You never learn about anything good in history. And if you do, it’s a lie. Remember that Christopher Columbus fellow? What a crock of shit that story was. Another perfect example of this is the news.
“Today children at Wichita Elementary celebrated National Hug Day. Over 2,500 students participated. John, Michelle, back to you in the studio…”
“Well Susan, good to hear, good to hear indeed. In other news, over 5,000 people die aboard a jumbo cruise liner on its way to the Bahamas. It was said to be work of Ali Jiahmad Ali. And now we go live to the footage of the burning bodies…”
Am I right? I wish I wasn’t. Try to prolong any good times you have, for they won’t last long.
