wot would aristotle do?

Gettin drunk, i dont have time to think, as ive reiterated constantly, thinking is pedestrian, all those monkey majic motherfuckers, who tell us we create with thought, never met my english teacher, she could read (a bit) she gave me points for origianlity, banahl cynisiscm, all the good shit a semi- nihilistic narcisist would need, then about five months from the end of year exams, Im fuck-ed u-p, some bitch steals (borrows i dunno) my creative writing and woop-di-fukn-do gets  scholarship with it, the autistic lolita type scab, dejected and suffering from intense migranes i throw the rest of my notes in a muddy puddle, cos my ex was being stalked by some douche who took credit for all my hard work, love letters, mix tapes, with no intent to let the communist ( iwas pretty paranoid) jewish liberal lesbian bitches win , I wrecked all the chances I had for redemption and oral sex, any way here I am a PHD in surgery, music and law (from the university of california) Im a semi literate, bordoline psycotic , labourer with an axe to grind with the english department of my old high school, I live in turkey, a town called cunt (with two litlle dots above the U, Classy!) , my town is full of c*nts, poor, some ugly, some weird, some tasty, but all of them : 'C*NTS'd , anyway, far from me , the classic over acheiving generation Y baby boomer doobious funkateer to out think u, Im on the mend, Im wary of faggots ( my old therapist was a poof) I brush my teeth, i dont smoke reefer, I even drink less than U , I had a breakdown after Uni, (they happen every now n then, mostly after the death of a loved one) so Im back in a trailer in cunt, sometimes i wake up screaming cos i dreamt ive been probed by aliens, it sounds cool, but it blows goats. Thats all, my two bob, my spleen vented, im gunna eat pringles & listen to king tubby. peace Y'all XXox DoNkeY CocK!