the guy at the bus stop once said this to me:

basically, i'm worthless piece of shit smeared on the face of everyone i know
shit with corn in it, warm peanut butter with chunks in all the wrong places
the shit doesn't stop there, not by a long shot
oh no, i'm the archetype of waste. i look like a giant, wadded up cheeseburger wrapper filled with diarrhea and covered with dookie sauce
you may think, "well at least he's achieved something, i mean, not everyone can say they are an archetype."
trust me, archetype life is grossly misunderstood and tragically overrated
you see, it is technically impossible to be "nothing," no matter how tempting
the next step down from nonexistence is where i'm at. welcome to archetype-ville
i get to be diffused and spread and wrapped around all those who are affected by me
basically, i'm the reason shit like me exists, i'm where the buck stops in the blame game
most people don't know about archetypes, but those who do leave the nastiest messages on my voice mail
"thanks for the shit, shitbag. it's not bad enough that you yourself exist, but you deem it necessary to act as the prototype of you shitty-ness, allowing others to carry out your will?"
funny thing is, its not my will
as far as i know, nobody dreams that they will be a worthless pile of shit-o-rama when they grow up
even the crack addict giving blow jobs to homeless people for a nickel doesn't really want to be a pile of shit-o-rama
that's why he's addicted to crack. he wants to feel like a million dollar pile of shit, even if its just of an hour
like i said, i never remember choosing this. it's just how it is and i am helpless to stop it
if an archetype tells you he can change, this is how you know he is lying. ask to shake his hand and he'll try to high-five you. we don't know why, but we can't shake hands. trust me though, we can high-five the hell out of shit
now, be warned, personifications do have will, do freely choose their roles, and can shake hands
basically, personifications are weak sauce impersonators. beware of such
for me, will is a four-letter word i'm not allowed to utter
it's the only rule for archetypes, as if i could choose to disobey