So, I can't get to sleep.
I am forced into minor action by my angry brain. I start a story.
This is what I've got so far:
Do you know what the future hates?
It hates you.
You, you vacuous deep fried burger eating fuckstain.
Do you know why the future hates you? Because you have no plan to deal with your shit. You just want to eat, sleep, fuck and watch TV before you die. And what happens then?
The bright shining future you won’t see so you have helped conspire not to happen.
So yes, the Future hates you.
But that’s ok.
It’s why I’m here.
Yeah, no sleep makes me a happy go lucky person, don't it.