“Pain is the currency life requires in order for you to buy progress and knowledge.”
Do you know how lucky I am? I’m fucking lucky, folks. I complain a lot, then revert to my label as “bipolar”, and succumb to fears.
I’m lucky because I don’t have to use a wheelchair all day. Unlike the many others I saw at the hospital, I can get off the chair and use my clutches.
And I’m still strong, folks. Mentally and physically, a broken hip won’t knock me down.
I’m only limited by what my mind believes, and my mind is the only asset on this planet no one can touch without my authorization.
Dear pain, you’re only allowed to push me forward. Any attempt to knock me down can and will be reciprocated with a higher intensity.
I want to tell pain that it’s my slave, but I’m not sure if it’s politically correct to use that term. I’m afraid the PENIS HEAD society will sue me for slander.
Don’t join the PENIS HEAD society. Oh, you don’t know about it? It’s short for “Pain Enhances Natural Instincts & Shit – Human Emotions Are Distractions”.
Fuck the PENIS HEAD society. Fuck pain. As the famous poet MC Hammer put it “you can’t touch this!”.
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