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When I lose my patience
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March 13, 2012, 11:11:am
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There's one big difference between me and you pal. One that you shall NEVER escape. You live your frosting covered pathetic little illusion of an elite life, if you do well you might even get to sacrifice a few innocent lives for your own amusement. You can drown in your excess technology, your fancy cars, your TV-trained whores, your designer drugs, your plastic mannequins, your fake smiles and transparent bonds. Live your procrastinating, excusing, condemning, prejudice and pseudo-logical lives. Stay there! rot in your miasma of pointless games, this spiral of unnecessary lives that you created yourselves. Eat out your bowl like a good puppy, like you've been trained to, think you were lucky being picked for such a life where your belongings own you and the people you trust will sell you and the rest will applaud. And don't forget to smile like you've been taught. Then die, realising that the people crying and the sadness around you is mandatory, fabricated and fake.
Imagine that whole world is as sickly sweet as yours and that it isn't because of people like you. People who can't even stand up on their own without a system to hold them.
Just don't ever, EVER, talk to me like you have anything to offer. You're exactly as worthless as everyone else who can't even transcend the basic limitations of luxury. Realise that your existence holds no inherent value. You're a centuries old infant who'll never even learn to crawl. Blame someone else for this too.
I got bored with that life a long time ago because there is nothing under that oh so shiny surface. Come join me with the people whose lives were worse than yours, but whose smile shines brighter. Let the princess-whores meet the rape-victims, let the pretty-boys meet the scarred children of abusive parents, let the bored hypochondriacs see despair and shutter. And see them live their life freely in the hell that you have created for them. See the scum of the earth smile and cry, for reasons without illusion. Then tell me that YOU are the ones with something to teach. Those people are exactly what you call them, outcasts, scum, trash, the garbage of society. YOUR garbage. And yet their existence is more qualified than yours.
Mood: Tired of misplaced condescension
Music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=klI_aAW53JY&feature=related
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It's what's best for everyone.
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June 27, 2011, 07:35:am
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But it still gets lonely at night.
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