Some of my favorite reading is someone’s music, or book biography written by themselves. This makes the biography an auto-biography, technically, but really it’s just drivel, self-important drivel about all of their “accomplishments.” Gloating and blowing the air into their own balloon just so someone may read it and care.
Mostly grandiose facts mixed with hand-stroking-cockery. That is when someone is standing slightly hunched forward, spine curved in a scoliosis test stance, mouth opening open just enough for saliva to connect both chapped lips, hand on cock, pumping and stroking in the mirror repeating the words “Everyone will know how great I am,” in their minds. These poor dejected assholes whom know too well the sting of defeat. The unrequited happenstance of importance that has somehow now become their lives just seems so utterly challenging. This all reminds me of a quote that was always meant as a joke.
“I’m good enough, I’m smart enough, and doggone it, people like me.” -Stuart Smalley
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