You have talent. You (an untrustworthy and perhaps even slightly repulsive person) have (posses as one possess a thing) talent (something I think I can “monetize”). Boy. If I had your talent I would DO SOMETHING with it. This THING you have this THING which is unrelated completely to who you are (which I slightly or even significantly dislike) and what you do (your judgment, which, as we have already said, is recognizably bad) this THING is something that a DIFFERENT PERSON (like, maybe, ME) could USE in the way that a PERSON uses a THING to GET SOMETHING ELSE that is REALLY worthwhile like MONEY.
Yea, you are ONE TALENTED MOTHERFUCKER. You have TALENT COMING OUT YOUR ASS. I wish I was as TALENTED AS YOU.
Because (the implication) it has NOTHING TO DO WITH WHO YOU ARE. And nothing to do with your decisions. Your decisions, in fact, are loser decisions. Your decisions are the decisions a loser would make. You are a real fuck-up. Which is a real shame because if I could just cut this thing out of you like a Rhinoceros horn and powder it and sell it to Chinese businessmen then they could all start writing POP SONGS and COMMERCIALS and SCREENPLAYS and STEVEN KING NOVELS and the world would suddenly be roiling in a massive stinking tarpit of GREAT LITERATURE and it would be a whole new Renaissance all fueled by the juice from your pineal gland or some FUCKING THING.
Because you aren’t using it. Because it has nothing (THIS TALENT) to do with who you ARE because it is an opportunity (like a promotion) that has been WASTED on you. And I sure don’t want to listen to WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY. I SURE WISH YOU WOULD SAY SOMETHING THAT MAKES SENSE. Because, DAMN,
you are talented. (yea whatever I don’t even think he was that talented)
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