Just because I demand the best doesn't make me selfish—it makes me a goddamn visionary. Why the fuck should I tolerate mediocrity when I am the best? On my own, I tower above this pitiful plane of existence, untouchable and inevitable.
Step up. I fucking dare you, you insignificant waste of oxygen. Step the fuck up and show me something worthy of my time. Be the beast you were born to be, the monster clawing to break free. Don't just play at greatness—own it, you pathetic excuse for potential.
Good or bad, it doesn't fucking matter—just be better. Be the villain they whisper about, the hero they pray for. Whatever the fuck you choose, stop half-assing your pathetic existence. Be fucking exceptional or die trying.
All your promises? Empty. Pathetic. I could snap my fingers and take everything you claim to offer. You bring nothing to the table that I can't snatch for myself, with one hand tied behind my goddamn back.
But you? You could be so much worse. Embrace it. Burn this fucking world if you have to. Tear it limb from goddamn limb, destroy every rule, every boundary. Be a fucking hurricane of chaos and destruction. Don't insult me with your limits. If you kill, then fucking kill. If you save, then save like the whole fucking universe depends on it.
Bleed. Burn. Break. Be everything they fear, or everything they worship—but never settle for the gray fucking sludge of mediocrity. Drown in your excess. Choke the world with your too muchness.
BECAUSE, FUCK YES, I AM FUCKING EXCESSIVE.
I AM FUCKING EVERYTHING.
YOU ARE READING
Moonshine
RandomDescription for this is a bit overrated, but there's really no end to this beginning.
