Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Fucking Dying Dogs

I am sick of people posing as something other than garbage. Even myself.
Very tired of people going around looking for what is "good" in the world, and feeling good enough to leave everything other than that very same "good" from themselves conveniently.
Torn by people who are asking around "what is good in you", what right do they have? what right to judge anything.
Same old rhythm to the same old rhyme. Same old clock; fucking same old time.

There cannot be any worsening of this already fucked up situation, all what is left is for the earth to freeze over. I cant wait for that to commence. For people to try to look around for the "good" in hell freezing over, what a joke.

People think they know why they are living, you know... people telling you about what life is and what they want from life... even you must be spewing such inanities.
Maybe, just maybe the Iq of people has rapidly deteriorated through ages when it comes to critically evaluating what is the cause/reason why they run behind some things and not others.

Fame to be acknowledged of your petty (remorseful) existence. Cause you got none of yours.
Success to be content. Without the least knowledge of what real success and what your concept of it is. What will you do/be when you are all that "successful" ? never understood that being content is not in relation with doing anything. So petty.
Power to mesmerize. To hold all those people under your feet. Never understanding what gets consumed when power gets its hold onto you. People with no capacity to handle power, are the ones who are supposedly holding it in this day and age. to be able to decide sustainance and death for another. That is power. without any of you knowing what it is, without caring why you have wanted it/craved like puppies for it.

Sickening to see people having complicated thought processes about things which are by chance. of their colleges and studies, about their jobs and their bosses. about how far they will get in life and how much they will own. Without seeing any and all of these things have no correlation to the time when they were born, just a function to help you be confused.

I will die. that is the truth. I will suffer like a fucking dog. without anyone to care for me, anyone by my side. I dont care about how the fuck you all will spend your precious time dealing with this awful truth. but i think i know that it will be by complicating your lives more by notions which you have least clue of. running through it day night and days on end. Without ever appreciating a single moment. Wasting it all away. puking it/judging it/wishing it all to end.
I atleast will enjoy my death. In pain evermore.

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