I usually hate books like this.
They either make me laugh or puke uncontrollably.
I liked some of this chapter!
You might too, you may as well.
This is a partial chapter excerpt from the book above.
There's some parts, the "big name" success stories and approaches they used, that I have no time for. Napoleon, Musk, some hedge fund cunt, Jordan Peedhisself, etc. Let's just skip all that and let's say you can get the book if you want more.
Okay then . . .
My point here is . . .
no matter what you'd like to change in your life, it's easy to compile
Oh fer fucksake. Enough lies, pauses and BS-seeking.
If you wanna do it, do it already.
Stop looking for help from outside.
All you need is in you already.
And read some fucking real literature and not this
chicken-scratch drivel and drool in verbal form
passed off as useful . . .
Man up and do what you have to
to get whatever worthless temporal shite you desire.
Damn 'em all to hell, I hate this crap.
Anyhow . . .
here, ya feckin' halfwit bore-fests:
Stop whining, looking for a savior outside yourself in the guise of a self-help type and finally
decide if what you desire is worth what it takes to get it.
Self-help shite makes me ill no end.
Jordan Peterson.
Oh, fucking kill me now
you primordial, ooze-dwelling, too lazy to crawl out of it asshats.
And, if you're "happy" I don't want you here.
Speaking of which . . . there's nothing here in this film,
nothing of positive worth in the viewing of this short-on-promotion film.
Promotion!
It's what separates the greats from the also-rans
in the whore world, no matter the endeavor.
Anyhow, go fuck yourself
but first, make it a point to see this film.
John Cassavetes, meet Raging Bull in a movie made in 2024 . . .
brutally beautiful in its truth:
Enjoy Your Lifting!
Aw, be nice.
ReplyDeleteBut really . . .
I'd like to teach the world to hurl
in perfect harmony.
Unfortunately there's not enough mirrors.