You should definitely support artists! You know how good it feels to support someone you know? I’m personally going to give my music away for free. I think intellectual property is meant to be shared, but I do recognize that we gotta eat in this parasitic system, yo. How about this? We support artists with our commonwealth? It’s fucking important, man. Culture matters. No need to shift the blame to the individual when it’s the system that’s rotten. Two more ideas, then I’ll fuck off. Guaranteed dignity in death, and defensive, non-coercive, no entanglements protection of holy sites. I’m a deterministic atheist through and through, but man, we gotta heal our fucking souls.

He is a walker of the shadow lands

You’re talking about hats, right?

Here’s something for your toolbox: our society commits idolatry constantly.

I’m piling on. You haven’t even had your heart broken! Did you even do outside? You’re a fucking bubble boy, homie. A fucking comedy we laugh at.

Never navigated beaurocracy, never slept outside, never fucked up enough to learn from your mistakes. You are such a fucking pussy. Go cry into your pillow and call your mommy, bitch.

You need to see this. I forgot to mention that, when you grow up poor, fruits and vegetables are a fucking luxury. Nothing beats the crunch you get from fresh vegetables. I love salad and I prefer most vegetables raw. Man, you’ve been so fucking sheltered.

Naive as fuck. How old are you? I literally take unrefridgerated veggies from my neighbor (so grateful. He just doesn’t want to cook and barely sees it as food. That’s fine. I can do it.) and make stew with damned near rotten vegetables every week. And, I have a refrigerator, a place to cook, a place to hang out, and don’t have to confine my belongings to something I can carry while randomly getting kicked out of any area I’m just trying to exist in. You’re either a propaganda plant, or fucking 12 years old. Grow up. Man up. Suck less. By the way, pizza places that precook their shit before it’s ordered (like Little Caesars) are great places to dumpster dive after close of the business day. I’ve gone weeks on preservative-filled, pre-cooked pizza. Really helpful in a conservative state with no food banks you could hope to walk to without freezing to death.

Blessed as fuck. Damn, you’re lucky. Never strolled through the ghetto, never been homeless, never had to carry fucking weight. You’re soft as fuck. Not a man.

Slime. Mold. Shit that is toxic. It’s a storage issue. How do you not understand this? You take groceries home, right? You don’t say, let’s stop by a fucking roller rink before we throw our shit in the freezer. Might as well ask them to eat roadkill. It’s protein, right? You gonna tell your daughter, “buck up. I just saw an armadillo on Grand. Why the fuck you whining?”

Damn, you’re a fucking idiot. Blah. Nobody is beyond redemption. Talk to somebody who loves you instead of trying to get somebody to agree with you on the fucking internet. You don’t have friends here. Get off your computer and talk to somebody who cares about you and what you feel. You can snicker at the bums together, but this has nothing to do with the morality of the bums who don’t affect you, and more to do with your primal need for love and social status. Chill with your loved ones and talk about what’s on your mind. Specifically, what’s bothering you.

You suck so bad. Read. Feel it. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner on cauliflower and ranch? That’s fucking cute. Go experience loss, and maybe you can play with the adults in the room.

I like making stew. Great way to make something tasty with the veggies you have that are getting ready to go bad. In my apartment. Where I have a stove, a refrigerator, and a place to hang out while I cook. Being homeless (I’m no stranger), you gonna carry a fucking head if cabbage in your backpack? Fuck no. Protein, sugar, can’t expire, doesn’t need heat to eat it. That’s what you want. You suck, bro. Keep thinking these bums are just too snobby for the food we’re all so considerate to give away. Hey, maybe we can skip the part where they carry rotting veggies in their backpack in 100 degree whether, and just feed them compost? You’re moralizing the actions of victims of systemic abuse while your morality ain’t fucking nothin to snuff at. Justify anything you believe. I’ll fucking wait.

Sounds like you’ve had a nice, pampered life, princess.

Feel - acknowledge - think - act

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Just some advice for other men. “Reason is, and ought to be the slave of the passions.” Fellas, listen to your heart and speak your truth. You can’t think your way out of feeling; your heart gives no fucks about reason or correctness. Be gentle with yourself, be honest, and don’t suppress yourself. We are all complex primates who require complex care. Care for yourself.