After I sat down for a few minutes,it was difficult for me to get up. Did my body gain weight or my legs got weak ? But I wasn’t looking for an answer rather for some water coz I just finished pooping. Once the needful was done,I grabbed my phone and saw that little icon at the end of the gallery of icons in my phone. WordPress. Capital W and capital P. Sounds like wet pussy. Yeah,mind’s been fucking dirty since I got a lifetime free high speed VPN. If you want, I can give you one but don’t blame me later for being a dirty motherfucker. It’s been more than a year since I wrote something that puts “ting” in “interes”. Oh well,not entirely true though. I wrote some juicy love letters and some dirty letters are still work in progress. Other than that,I did plenty of work on YouTube. I meant I uploaded 90 videos. Mainly cycling and motorbike vlogs. Got 80 subscribers. Success!
Why am I telling you some epic shit you don’t wanna read,right ? Okay,let’s talk some boring shit you would wanna read and be fucking proud of me. So I stopped writing. I felt like it was time to retire or maybe there wasn’t any problem in life to write about. I could write about others’ problems but you know you can’t talk to others about their problems coz they already know I don’t really give a guck about their gucking issue. After my retirement,I felt like,the world out there is probably missing out the knowledge I was transferring before. Ahh I’m sleepy. I will write tomorrow. Goodnight.
I’m about to sleep. It’s 1.51am. I didn’t wanna write today but who gives a fuck what you want. La la la la la la. Okay,I’m up. I must write. Ah yeah,the topic was meant to be “how to motivate yourself ”, because I didn’t write anything for a year and now I’m writing so I would like to share my secret with you. I don’t think and write. I write first and then I think. So whatever you have read so far is pure unedited raw stuff.
It’s been two days since I open Wet Pussy. WP. WordPress. Gonna right then. Motivation. I need some motivation. Maybe 350gram of motivation. Mo-mo-mo-mo-motivation. Need for motivation. NFM. Fuck this finger. I’m gonna type some shit today and there will be some progress in the article. I think, you know what,I believe rather,I’m fucking motivated. Hey,my fellow readers, I believe this is the right way to get motivated to write something. Call me a romantic, coz I’m in love. With writing. Right now,right here. Call me Fatboy slim,bitch.
What is my motivation factor ? Why am I writing some discombobulating article on motivation ? No one is going to read this. This article I’m writing is not going to motivate any living being or dead ones in next 100 years but while there is life,there is hope. Call me Stephen Hawking,bitch. I don’t have a motivation factor tbh. Tbh is short for to be honest. If I don’t have a motivation factor,why am I writing then ? Well one reason is,I wanna impress some girls and secondly,why the fuck not ? If I can eat 9 times a day, why not write 9 lines a day. Call me Sir Dinanath endua. He was our class teacher who had a quote printed in our text book which said, if you can remember to eat,you can remember to do your homework. What the fuck is his motivation factor or rather, problem ?
If the sweet life is fucking your ass every once in a while without any excuse,I dont think you need an excuse to fuck something up and slap a miracle on the face of the fucking people every once in a while. Call me,THE SIR SAGZ. You already know who the fuck he is. Ok,I will write tomorrow.
Two days later. We are still rolling with motivation. I don’t care how many days it’s gonna take me to finish this article,but I will finish it on its fucking face. During the past two days,I didn’t get a minute to write anything,thanks to the fucking demotivating friends. It was the weekends if you are wondering. I didn’t even do anything special on the weekends. Just played game,watched movies and had a date night. After all,I’m 50% human and rest 50% ? Inhumane. You know what they say, if you want to do something special or achieve something extraordinary,you have to be an animal. ANIMAL. I’m an animal. Call me Alex ! From Madagascar. Got it ? If you didn’t,no one can motivate you mi amigo. Santa Maria,adios muchacho. I think I know that much Spanish. Quite interesting funny article it is,but I hope you are getting my point here. All the movie references or people I mentioned,they are my motivation. I don’t get motivated seeing a poor guy struggling and reaching success on his own,rather by a chameleon bringing a huge rattlesnake to death. So find your G-spot. See what triggers your animal side. See what can make you a motherfucking beast. Call me Rob Bailey! The article is already more than 699 words. Let’s wrap it up.
The moral of the story is : I wrote this piece of anecdote after a year and I got self-motivated to do so without any motivating factor. I just want to keep writing with the hope that someday people are going to worship my picture in their homes. Not expecting anything more nor less than that. Planning to build a website for my articles that shows things that you never think of. What do you think about this idea ? Namaste !
SIR SAGZ 