When I get tired, I realize that I am much older than I ever expected to be, and I still haven't chosen a career path. Thank Gus! Whoever He or She is. Fuck Gus up the ass or in the cooze, depending up its gender.
I remember thinking forty or fifty years ago that I could continue to write without the worrying about publishing or sucking the corporate cocks and clits, and it turns out I was right, and I still write because I like to do it. I don't need to.
I'm not sure I chose to because determinism and free will seem pretty much the same shit to me. People are born stupid. Some chose to emerge from their innate stupidity. Many do not. I'm an American, where stupidity is a badge of honor among whores, although the whores vehemently deny how stupid they are. Fuck them. They've earned it.
Now that Apple is no longer hosting, I have six months to consider whether to continue publishing on several hosted sites or to go back to flame wars and encouraging ordinary scumbags and scumbagettes to off themselves, occasionally with satisfying results.
WWJBD?