People who brag about
how hard they worked for success
are fucking liars!
There are two key
ingredients for success:
luck
and
timing.
It doesn't matter how hard you work
so stop trying.
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- Hilton Hightower
- Hilton Hightower is half-man, half-robot, half-carnivorous ninja pirate, but all poet. With over 30,000 poems written in his lifetime covering topics ranging from circus food to the labor divisions of modern America, Hilton manages to capture the anger of a man torn between his love of laughing gas and his hatred of hot dogs. This page features exclusive poetry written by the man Poem Critic magazine once called "Ginsberg dug up and reanimated with juices from the Devil's refrigerator."
1 comment:
don't to forget good old fashioned ass kissing!
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