A new inroads to fresh sentiment inspired by some skewed awareness of a mortal man’s hypocrisy inescapable. Compassion held close to the breast, an earnest interest in understanding. Any expression of cynicism spun, with painful exactitude, to taint impressions still waiting to be born.

Did you know that ten thousand ants take their lives every second, in protest against a liberal regime who’s relevance was quashed in 1903?

But aye, at bottom we’re all teenaged boys, clinging to our opinions like life rafts in a sea of pith and fizzle. One must retain awareness of the significance of this fact. If we think that by growing up we are to shelve our petty ticks then a hard fall surely awaits. One must parry, counter, and charge the enemy with dubious speculations. Of course to perform at the implausible levels demanded by our misled expectations, one’s output must be enhanced by some extra bodily imbibement. 

Hang in hang on hang on. See all that there? Forget it. See the one thing you need to keep ye goin? A good steak dinner. A proper wee steak. Pink in the middle, mate, know what I mean? See that fella that was givin ye stick? He’s sexually attracted to ye. That’s all it is mate, he’s just a wee bit into ye, and a wee bit scared a that cause he’s full with it, aye? Go on you ahead, wee son.

Aye so basically ye take all them big words, break ‘em down into shit that people can understand, and then just be the pure lad. Like proper real confidence, makin’ jokes, pullin’ women, playin’ tunes. It’s in ye. Gwan an get it.