fuck your positivity

i am sick of people telling me how to be more positive, man, it's just making me more and more negative, when the fuck are they going to stop that shit. i sold at&t to old people who didn't know what their phone was, i talked to the people on this planet who thought their cdrom tray was a cupholder, i ain't fuckin stupid, i know how you fucks sell that shit like it's the new ten cents a minute calling plan, god, you're sick. would you fucking get angry about something already, what the fuck is wrong with you! you goddamn sheep, you make every excuse to stay asleep, to keep shopping, and making me go along with your fuckin herd. you've harped on me in just about every way... get the fuck off me already, would you? i'm not going to plaster on a fake fuckin smile and shop away into the apocalypse of the coma mall like you sick fucks, get over it! fuck, man. that mall really knows how to promote itself, doesn't it? relentless little demon salesman! you're worse than robocalls, man. you're more fascist than hitler, and that fake smile, man, i swear if i had a chisel...