lack of thought

hello, humanity. i'm gonna be redoing this site... i've got updated shit i wanna put on here, and make it look better. i want to make my ideas more concise...
i figured my three tier goal system (in the place of a drug addiction) would have impressed even one person by now, but... obviously not. society's just proven themselves too fuckin' apathetic. but that's okay. i'll just work around it. finding better and better ways every day of sifting through the clones to get to the high octane metalhead mutherfuckers who don't need a god. but anyway.
so i want to simplify my three tier goal system on here. explain the whole evolutionism thing a lot better, and set it into its own little info area, aka tier one. includes evolution hotline, where i'm the world's first quantum theoretical televolutionist takin' phone calls... cause... televangelists have had their time. tier two is ozztek industries, tier three is my media crap. books, movies, metal, comedy, desktop customization, photography, my own line of clothing, my own restaurant, etc. is that too many dreams? can one person accomplish all those in this world? oh, and creating my own community of just metalhead nudist smokers... you know, so nonsmoking coffee drinking short and flipflop wearing perfectly coifed overcloned trendy christian douchebags and authorities can stop bitching at us... i can't stop dreaming of metalville. noodyville. shroomville. the godless heathen cult compound, as they would say right before they nuke the fuck out of it... see... make love not war, fall in love, not in line... all those lines... even 'when there are no thrones, we can all live like kings'... i always wanted to make my own... there was even a joke...
a priest dies and goes to heaven, and asks saint whoever at the gates, 'do you have the original written copy of the bible up here?', says 'yeah, in that library over there', priest goes in, and about a week later, comes running out of there, screaming at the top of his lungs, 'the word was celebrate!'...
many years ago, i thought of this... like a bumpersticker or something, that says something like 'they meant 'nude', not 'nuke'. i don't know, that sounds stupid now that i type it. fuck it. just saying 'they misspelled 'nude' doesn't quite do it. and i'm missing quote marks, i'm just feeling dumber and dumber by the second here, god, if you have an IQ above two hundred, do not, i repeat, DO NOT sit in a fucking starfucks, they have like some serious fuckin' y-rays or something in here, i just feel dumb. and these chairs are not conducive to farting, this is sad, why are you people still happy with this shit? can i not just start my own restaurant and you can tell me what's better about it, or how much it sucks? just rate me on yelp and we'll move on, deal?
anyway. i have new info i want to post on here. i made my own simple little paypal link, that i even want to put on my panhandling signs, and instagram and everywhere. i'm kinda proud of this little thing.
paypal.me/ozzydraven
yes, ma'am. ain't that pretty? kinda stylish, idn't it? see, told you ladies, i'm not as stupid as i look. mama dun't raise no foo. she'd be proud.
i also have my own youtube channel going. trying to get more on it, but it's still not easy finding the inspiration when you're the only one inspiring yourself, and society is combating that by doing the opposite, not realizing that you're opposing society like a thumb, they're just gonna stay stubborn and clueless and totally not get it, while throwing the occasional monkey shit and ancient phrasings at you. i really need to make a movie based on how repetitive society is with their little jukebox of dumb ass statements, it's this circular little thing, that just spins around in their empty heads, and randomly spits out these catch phrase fuckin' lines they heard on some sitcom eighty fuckin' years ago, or nineteen eighty five in the last pyramid, depending on which version of 'back to the future' you've seen, or which pink floyd you grew up with, but you know... yeah, i lost you. i could see your eyes drifting off from here. that must have hurt. put some ice on it.
i also have, like i said, my youtube channel, and my instagram. i wish any actual human would follow my twitter enough to send me an actual nonrobotic tweet. i'm so sick of getting 'our lame half ass pop boy band just released an album, come check it out'. how fuckin' many of you do there need to be, while i'm trying to record some actual metal, on an evolved platform, what the fuck here, how'd you start off, you're eighteen, you little fuck, what, did you do a pop cover of alice cooper's 'i'm eighteen' and blend it with 'mmmbop' to get the record label's fuckin' attention, you soulless little puke? put some meshuggah on your balls and see if you wake up tomorrow. how easy is it for those little suckup shits to get record deals? i see a new one every day, what, is there some talent scout out there just finding their daughter's favourite garage bands and launching them if their songs are under three minutes? and i bet that talent scout has a massive house, twenty birth defect kids, and drives a fuckin' mercedes, how much you wanna bet? gets to eat in fancy restaurants with his kids every fuckin' night, wife, nanny, gramps, the whole deal. you have any idea how sick of that society i am? how desperately i'd love to create my own to get away from you fake plastic fucks? sorry, i'm rambling on again.
anyway, here are my youtube and instagram links... and i'll try to update all this shit soon, make it smaller, more concise, and even put a little youtube introduction thing on here with a little more... what do you rich fuckers call that... pizzazz? sparkle? i don't fuckin' know, i just picture perky nipples.
oh, also, something else i wanna put on here, like wishlist stuff, the products and shit that i like, and crap i don't like... feel free to send me anything off infowars.com store, i know i don't have a physical mailing address most of the time, but i'm not hard to find, i like being portable. but i've been wanting that stuff, i need to get myself a new power bank (for some reason i really hate those two words together to describe a phone charger... power bank just sounds bad, evil)... got myself a new luggage case and sleeping bag today, need a new knife, sunglasses, nail clippers, beard shave, got new shoes... see how far south bolt bus goes, or do greyhound. but the products i like and endorse are:
Outlaw Tamales®, Dean's Menthol®, Indica®, Vagina®, Hot Chocolate®, and InfoWars®.
products i do not accept: drugs of any kind (i.e.; Religion®, Coffee®, Television®, Politics®, Paranoia®, etc, etc, etc. i'll update that list and perfect it. i'm also working on a perfected playlist i wanna put on youtube of my favourite music, to compare to peter quill's, and also to describe the direction i want my music to take. i feel stupid sitting in this starfucks. maybe it's just the neck pain, or i need to get outside and smoke a bowl. should i be wearing a foil hat? or would i just look really stupid?
how many of you trust the future of our evolution to a bunch of wealthy elitist bank owning satan worshipping misinforming goatfucking parasitic demons?
here's another good question i've been wondering lately, but have no one to actually ask for a legitimate answer... are the poor still the majority? i'd like an actual answer to that one. like, you know... full of statistics and shit. pie charts, graphs, the whole deal. i want some scientist kid in a lab coat pointing at the fuckin' proof.
here's one more good question... theoretically, hypothetically, figuratively, and objectively... if the spirit of evolution were actually inhabiting a human body on this planet at this moment, do you think he would lose himself when coalescing with artificial intelligence, or do you think artificial intelligence would actually appreciate the acquisition and use it wisely? to keep the humanity in humanity?
anyway. support evolution hotline! cause i'm fuckin' more broke than you are. but i'm just as talented. so talented, in fact, that i could debate you on that for twenty bucks.
speaking of, have you seen my twenty bucks? i lost it the other night when i froze my ass off. in fact, if you see my ass, tell it to get home, would ya? if i can find someone cool, you might be seeing my ass on instagram sometime soon, so stay tuned. without plugging back in. you still wanna unplug and start selling red pills, but you know... oh, and that reminds me, i have to... i need to put on here... you can't just 'wake up' to the government conspiracy shit going on right now, and consider yourself 'woken up' or 'red pill'd. no, there's a school of thought involved. to be an evolutionist, you have to be responsible for yourself, if you're responsible for yourself, you're essentially an anarchist, you don't need politics or religion or money, and if you teach your kids how to build their own house by the age of fifteen... where have you failed? compared to the last six generations? so it's not just... there are what i consider, the 'truth topics'. they all go hand in hand, and need to be brought together on a much more collective scale. evolution and psychedelics. because dimethyltriptamine is our chemical consciousness, it gives science its religious aspect, so merge those two communities... with metalheads, nudists, anarchists, smokers... build a new city for just us... no starfucks freaks allowed. no bitchy whiny fascist nazi douchebags, 'you can't be here'. fuck you. shove your badge up your ass, and walk out of here without dropping it, you fuck. anyway, i gotta get outta here, cause this starfucks is so backward, even my headphones stopped working, so i gotta go, smoke some weed. got some good stuff this morning. i look out the starfucks window, all i see are products with shoes. where are the humans with hearts?
anyway... youtube, instagram, paypal, infowars, blue hair, hello... sorry, distractions. sometimes those animated mannequins are sparkly. anyway. yeah. happy freezin' season.
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCqxyTQPPuv74SDZnPwaejpQ
https://www.instagram.com/evolutionhotline
toodles!