You sharpen the human appetite to the point where it can split atoms with its desire; you build egos the size of cathedrals; fiber-optically connect the world to every eager impulse; grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green, gold-plated fantasies, until every human becomes an aspiring emperor, becomes his own God... and where can you go from there?And as we're straddling from one deal to the next, who's got his eye on the planet, as the air thickens, the water sours, and even the bees' honey takes on the metallic taste of radioactivity? And it just keeps coming, faster and faster. There's no chance to think, to prepare; it's buy futures, sell futures, when there is no future.We got a runaway train. We got billions of people all jogging into the future. Every one of them is getting ready to fistfuck the planet... ...lick their fingers clean...as they reach out toward their pristine ...cybernetic keyboards ...to total up their fucking billable hours. And then it hits home. You got to pay your own way. It's a little late in the game to buy out now. Your belly's too full...your eyes are bloodshot and you're screaming for someone to help. But guess what? There's no one there! You're all alone.Maybe it's true. Maybe God threw the dice once too often. Maybe He let us all down. ----------- (this fragment isn't mine I took it(stole it lol) from a friend's page http://vampirefreaks.com/Through_the_Twilight. ) XD

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