I want you to take all of your notion of originality and shove it up your ass.
Everything you do, everything you’re wearing right now, whatever song you’re listening to right now, whatever movie you’re watching, you’re doing it because you saw someone else do it.
Why do you wear clothes? Why do you shower? Brush your teeth? Speak a language?
Because somehow, it was decided that you, as a human, must.
There is no such thing as originality, we’re copies of each other of copies of each other of copies of each other.
The world is an imperfect place, screws fall out all the time.
