=Max the Not-So-Happy Clown Says…=

Fuck what people think— 

Are they going to live your life for you—that miserable, unimaginative, static existence they think you should live because it suits them that you should live it—even if that life feels false to who you are & is killing you slowly one gray day at a time?

Fuck what people say—

Are they going to take your place in the hospice bed in the midst of the IV tubes and monitor wires after the last operation has been performed and there's no more than can be done and it's too late for you to get up and live the life you always wanted to live?

Are they? Even one of them?

Fuck what people want— 

Will they be willing to change places with you in the casket where you lie dead with all your dreams unborn and never-to-be-born around you? The real you forever unrealized?

FUCK THEM ALL.

Fuck what they think, what they say, what they want.

Let them live their own lives or not as it suits them.

Let them march lockstep to whatever dictatorial societal loudspeaker guides them on their way from birth to death if that's what they choose—it's their choice.

But fuck them if they try to convince you that you must live that way, too.

Fuck them.

You live your life. It's your right, your destiny, the only conceivably worthwhile reason to put up with all the shit & the suffering, the loss &  the heartbreak that this meaningless life entails…

LIVE YOUR OWN LIFE

it's the only conceivably worthwhile reason to ever have been born at all.

LIVE YOUR OWN LIFE.

You only have one & even now it's burning like a fuse that any fine day now will blow you to smithereens.