To me, a good fart is a wonderful thing. I'm not ashamed of my body, God made it and He made it to function in a certain way. Farting is a normal, natural part of life. God made farting enjoyable, therefore He must want us to enjoy it.
I never hold my farts in. Never. Not in public or in private. Exposive gas is my favorite. I wish I had it all the time.
Some people would like you to believe that they never fart. Gas doesn't pass their tightly pinched ass. Neither does shit. But it's all lies, everyone does both.
Tell the truth, you know you like to fart. All my friends do. We sit around the fire, discussing plans for the coming revolution and farting. We're not stupid. We understand the coming darkness and are preparing for it.
Song of my trailer An ode to shit Roof is leaking Drip Drip Drip
Dog is barking I don't care Sit around In my underwear
Envy me, you worthless sacks of composted donkey dung. While you waste away under flourescent lighting in your little padded caves, Steerpikepie, the only REAL MAN you will ever meet, lives the American dream.
I fart when and where I choose. I never brush my hair. I shower everyday, to do otherwise would be to imitate the heathen, their Buddha fat bodies dripping sweat deep into Buddha fat creases, collecting there to mix with dust and rice crumbs until it forms itself into a paste which the heathen uses to make his bread.....my bread is the bread of Life, American bread, sliced and white the way God intended.
I live on a road you don't know exists. Waaaaaay back. I like it that way. Helps me to think. Noise confuses me, makes me edgy. I've got everything I need here in the "Compound." Singlewide, with doublewide mudroom. Quonset hut. Three sheds. Obstacle course.
I train everyday. Just in case. Lately I've been training to navigate the entire Compound while blindfolded. Because you never know. You just never know. It pays to be prepared.
So go sit in your bourgeois little life and rot there. Be a tool for the man, you worthless little maggots. Not Steerpikepie.
