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"This is not an exit."

- Bret Easton Ellis, "American Psycho

W.E. Kolodzieski

Hello World

 

Welcome back. It’s your favorite asshole again, coming to you live via blog. Although I suppose “blog” isn’t really applicable anymore. These days a blog entry is close to extinct. Not quite a dinosaur yet, but just give the Giant Technology Fuckheads a little bit longer and I’m sure they’ll find a way to make us even dumber. Yes, I’m talking about you. You, your mother, your father, your brother, sister, cousin, aunt, uncle – fuck, let’s throw Old Grandma in with the mix. Odds are ten to one she’s probably over there playing Bingo, although in this new Giant Shitty World Bingo’s on a laptop and it’s called Pogo. Or maybe she prefers the fuckin’ Fruit Ninja while good ole’ Pops is over there jerking it to Redtube – and no, that’s not a typo. So while Ma’s on her Kindle reading the latest and greatest Mommyporn, take some time for your mid-to-late-twenties-and-still-livin’-in-the-basement-self (just like me, yay!) and go for it – create the next Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, StumbleUpon, Candy Crush, Who Gives A Fuck – contribute something to this world so we could all grow dumber. Thanks a Million, have yourself a bright fucking day.

 

 

 

Truly Yours,

World Class Fuckup 

 

 

 

About Me

 

Writing since I was in the womb. I have one vivid moment before birth (yes, while still in Mommy's tummy) scribbling my first story. Fuck, maybe it was a dream. Besides, what's the difference between a story, a dream, or this crazy little thing called life?

 

Kick back, relax, and enjoy. It's The Soundtrack To (Y)Our Eventual Death.

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