Haus of Foolishness

I never got why people would kill themselves. So if you want to die, you obviously don’t give a shit. Like, about anyone. ‘Cause if there is anyone who loves you, you don’t give a FUCK about them, or hurting them, and if there’s not, there’s no one to give a shit about.
So instead of killing yourself, why don’t you just get the fuck out? Leave the basement, leave your house, leave the motherfucking country. Go on an adventure. Spend your time doing something awesome, like tracking down some terrorists. Go be James Bond. Go fuck up a shark with a harpoon.
Danger? Fuck that! You were going up against a 100% death rate before…you’re being safe now. Fuck EVERYTHING, man. The world is your oyster.
Sometimes I wish I was suicidal. I’d pull the barrel out of my mouth and point it in the air, start a revolution, LIVE, move to Barcelona, bang some chicks. STD’s? Who gives a shit?
And then when I’m done, maybe I wouldn’t want to kill myself, ‘cause I’ve seen how beautifl the world is.