It’s a long way to the top if you wanna Rock&Roll!
What the fuck is wrong with you people? I am asking this assuming, some of you might know.
Don’t you have something better to do?
How about television? Common, don’t be shy. It is your favorite pastime.
Did no one make plans with you? Go to some movie or a little shopping, a little clubbing maybe. No?
That bad. Hmmm.
You can play some games, they are pretty involving. You can listen to those stupid tracks saved in your phone, you call it music. Check your FB, maybe post a selfie on INSTA. These things matter.
Isn’t that right?
You can always color your hair. Try that new shampoo you bought after seeing that commercial. Groom yourself a little. Get those yellow stained teeth cleaned. You not going to look any younger or any better. But try.
You can always sleep. I am an insomniac since the age of 14: The day I first saw a pair of titties. A 40-year-old milf neighbor showed me the doors to heaven. You call it child sex abuse. At my time, it was called fun. Haven’t had any sleep since that day. But you love sleeping. Don’t you?
If you are hell bent on reading this, I must warn you. Nothing would change. You would read this, appreciate, get enlightened. And then the very next evening, you would go and buy something more entertaining. Who reads books? You do not get laid by reading books. Be honest.
They call me Goat-boy. I am a musician. No, no!
They call me Goat-boy. I am an artist. Oh, shit, no!
My name is Goat-boy. I am a recovering sex addict. Fuck this shit!
Okay, so my name is Goat-boy. I am diagnosed with chronic Insomnia. I am also a recovering sex addict. I play guitar. Shit man!
My name is Jack. I am an artist. Maybe. Maybe not.
But I like calling myself one. I create music, at least try to. I am not too good at what I do but seeing the current logistics, who is? Is Trump a good president?
You only need to be good to do great things: To make money, mediocrity does the trick. Look at you, you make money and good is a very distant expression for you. You are shitty and clumsy but still, you make good money. Don’t you?
I never wanted to be a musician but an interesting mix of life events landed me the trade.
I won’t admit that it was easy but yes it wasn’t so tough either. My doctor asked me to channelize my sexual energy into something more meaningful than watching porn and wanking. He suggested me to try writing, painting, dancing… I thought a lot. None of these people get laid, a lot.
Writers, they are fucking sex starved delusional.
Painters, they are fucking sex starved crazies.
Dancers, they got no energy left to fuck.
Rock stars, You know the glamour. You would get laid, why won’t you? You are a Rock- star!
So I thought to try my hands on creating some original rock music. Apart from playing music, I also enjoy burning shit.
“Burn It To The Ground”
I was listening to the Radio. Nickelback was playing. Music always pleases me. It makes the voices in my head go away. You should also listen to music. But just wanted to advise you that, “Char bottle Vodka, Kaam uska roz ka” (Four bottles of Rum, Bitch drinks every day…. Please show me how she pukes and shits d pain away.) is not music. These lyrics are not thoughtful. If you listen to this kind of music, I am sure your God would save you. The same God whose idols you purchase for $50 at your nearest place of religious communion – A shopping mall!
I focused on the lyrics.
Well it’s midnight, damn right, we’re wound up too tight
I’ve got a fist full of whiskey, the bottle just bit me
That shit makes me bat shit crazy
We’ve got no fear, no doubt, all in balls out
We’re going off tonight
To kick out every light
Take anything we want
Drink everything in sight
We’re going till the world stops turning
While we burn it to the ground tonight
Suddenly doctor “UD” came. So, our doctor, an unattractive male in his 40’s, never got married. He got laid the first time when he was 28 years old and got his first job. That too because the nurse had a bad breakup and wanted a rebound. A decent doctor worked for her.
Now, he always had an issue with nervous ticks.
For the STUPID: Nervous ticks, are involuntary muscle movements caused by stress and anxiety.
Doc: Goat-boy, You know why you here?
Me: Yes sir.
Doc: Then you also know that if you do not stop lighting fire to financial institutions, they would send you to a prison. They are only acting patient with you because of your fan following.
Me: No problem. I would light the prison on fire. Lighting fire is my passion. I like it.
Doc: No. It’s a medical condition. You are a delusional and an Arsonist. You need medical attention.
Me: Okay Sir. As you say. But did you ever think why I only burn Financial institutions?
UD: Tell me!
Me: Financial institutions make money. Money is historically an emergent market phenomenon establishing a commodity money, but nearly all contemporary money systems are based on fiat money. Fiat money, like any check or note of debt, is without use value as a physical commodity. It derives its value by being declared by a government to be legal tender; that is, it must be accepted as a form of payment within the boundaries of the country, for “all debts, public and private”. (For the stupid – Money is just a piece of paper and it has no value because it has no great saying or quote written over it. It’s abso-fuckin-lutely of no value.)
UD: Got it. Now make sure you buy your prescription from the shop outside. And also book the next week’s visit by paying $250 advance. Get well soon, Goatboy. We love you! 😊