What do you know about Hitler? About Stalin? About the Russian Revolution and Mao? What do you possibly know about the people who lived those times. I mean really, man.

What you’re telling me is that, you were there! You were fucking there! Oh, wait…no?! No. You weren’t actually there…oh, so you got your certainty…where?

Where did you get that certainty and how dare you make me tilt at windmills. Your certainty is as certain as this here writing. Certainly certain. That’s you.

What is it, specifically, that you think you know and where did you get your certainty? How do you come by it, being so sure, acting so sure, so sure that you want other people to do what you do. That’s some serious fucking expectations and some serious ambition.

But you know how to do it?
Like those before you
like those who blew it
like you who blew it
remember when you blew it
did certainly help
don’t blow it
for fucks sake
don’t blow it
by knowing it
you brain is tired
should be re-tired
should be de-tired
is not on fire
your brain is not on fire

You just feel good being certain.
and you like to tell other people about it.
I get it
I do it
I get it
but for fucks sake
there’s way too much real information
some call it wisdom
to blow it.

But I think,
in fact
I’m certain…you’re going to blow it.