Foundation of Fraudulence

Is it true?  Is no one happy?  Would I know if I was?  Is it so that when recognition of happiness occurs, it's already passing?  On its way to a more lucrative hustle who will cherish it far more aggressively than I?  I need a challenge.  A testament to my patient and stoic nature.  Ha.  I've always felt like I've been working towards something special.  Anything i do is usually a new challenge...a progression of sorts, in some regard.  'Cept when it comes to matters of the heart.  What an ignorant and empty fucking statement that is.  I am foolish.  Reprehensibly so.  I do stupid things daily.  It usually turns out alright and when it refuses to...well, shit.  Shittiness permeates my decision making abilities.  What the hell is timing?  I'll tell you exactly:  fucked in the butt hole...and not the good kind.  No little pinky with a dollop of lube, but a fist...a drunken Irish mans sweaty and engorged meat mit pounding the ole lookie lou without regard or remorse.  Now I know that was somewhat graphic and disturbing...the Irish are despicably horrific human beings and i know all to well about the anger we carry about, waiting for the most inopportune moment to erupt and unleash a wrath of fury previously thought to be extinct in us learned creatures.  I'm a freak.  Can't I change the Game?  Am I even required to play?  I think I'll just say pass til someone wins and I can go home...inebriated and alone.  Sounds mournful or positively delightful - depending on the day.  Today more so the former.  I need to get smarter, better at everything I care about.  Distractions will be my source of power and ultimate strength.  Now who's the cheese eatin' surrender monkey?  Although, investment is essential to surrender so maybe that's not.. quite.. it.. either.