fuk the human race. you know we all deserve to die. we'll start with those pro-life motherfukers.
my stomach aches. filled with nothing but acid and the empty echoes of the heart.
i can't say i really care. i have been so stolid lately. i see numbers in vast quantities, at vast sums, making a world of applicable sense. i see how i must be able to function to participate in such ethereal reasoning, but i can also see my lack of applicability to such a thing.
just another straggler of an abandoned generation waiting for his turn to belong to something.
there's not much point in any of this. life is a series of experiences.
and for what exactly? to teach you endurance and interaction. to teach you how to survive and make you suffer enough that you give into your primal desires to relieve your pain through the simple pleasures.
thus grinding out little yous that might gain from your experience and become better versions of you.
the new models.
but this plan is stodgy and dysfunctional.
i didn't really learn much from my mom. and i learned nothing from my dad as he wasn't around.
i feel nothing for my country and my only appreciation for "the law" is entirely conceptual and hardly based on fact.
i have no intention of ever getting married.
i refuse to have children.
i refuse to answer to this so called "country"'s calling to die.
my family is hardly more than a handful of old acquaintances i try not to hate too much as there are reasons for their perfidiousness.
i have no skills that could prove useful in society as i am almost entirely incapable (or was it unwilling??) of working with anymore than one person at a time.
and, in my personal opinion, people just aren't dying fast enough these days.
this world of ours is wandering in a drunken stupor on the edge of complacencies inevitable collapse.
the children of my peers are going to grow up in a computer driven world of war and anxious disillusion.
and they will endlessly struggle to find a point to it all somewhere in the immensely overpopulated, resource-exhausted heap of remains we call earth.
not to far from tomorrow a cure for cancer will be found. aids will be no more serious than a head cold. and genetic engineering will lead to biomechanics and nanotech.
just in time for chemical warfare, nuclear holocaust, and bush to send it all up in flames.
and those of us who are lucky enough to survive will be rewarded with a slow death either by radiation or the cold of nuclear winter as all we knew gets buried away in another ice age.
good riddens to the human race.
the forest will be cleansed.
the fire will starve itself to death.
and mother nature will take a vicodin and sleep through the next millennia.
i am just a human.
nature has no place for me.
and i do not belong in my society.
so, i ask you, what is my life worth?
a chain of simple reasoning says plainly:
nothing.
beyond sympathy, beyond the perversion of maternal instinct,
there is this feeling in every human heart
that we were made to powerful to be allowed to live.
so we were designed to destroy ourselves in the end
and we endlessly agonize over the contradiction we feel when we
want to do the right thing,
and our destruction is the right thing.
how disgusting.
there is no equilibrium for a species that can openly choose to defy instinct.
a hungry human being...
that might just be the most dangerous thing in this world.
puts me in no mood to pay attention to the pleading of my stomach.
i can't say i really care. i have been so stolid lately. i see numbers in vast quantities, at vast sums, making a world of applicable sense. i see how i must be able to function to participate in such ethereal reasoning, but i can also see my lack of applicability to such a thing.
just another straggler of an abandoned generation waiting for his turn to belong to something.
there's not much point in any of this. life is a series of experiences.
and for what exactly? to teach you endurance and interaction. to teach you how to survive and make you suffer enough that you give into your primal desires to relieve your pain through the simple pleasures.
thus grinding out little yous that might gain from your experience and become better versions of you.
the new models.
but this plan is stodgy and dysfunctional.
i didn't really learn much from my mom. and i learned nothing from my dad as he wasn't around.
i feel nothing for my country and my only appreciation for "the law" is entirely conceptual and hardly based on fact.
i have no intention of ever getting married.
i refuse to have children.
i refuse to answer to this so called "country"'s calling to die.
my family is hardly more than a handful of old acquaintances i try not to hate too much as there are reasons for their perfidiousness.
i have no skills that could prove useful in society as i am almost entirely incapable (or was it unwilling??) of working with anymore than one person at a time.
and, in my personal opinion, people just aren't dying fast enough these days.
this world of ours is wandering in a drunken stupor on the edge of complacencies inevitable collapse.
the children of my peers are going to grow up in a computer driven world of war and anxious disillusion.
and they will endlessly struggle to find a point to it all somewhere in the immensely overpopulated, resource-exhausted heap of remains we call earth.
not to far from tomorrow a cure for cancer will be found. aids will be no more serious than a head cold. and genetic engineering will lead to biomechanics and nanotech.
just in time for chemical warfare, nuclear holocaust, and bush to send it all up in flames.
and those of us who are lucky enough to survive will be rewarded with a slow death either by radiation or the cold of nuclear winter as all we knew gets buried away in another ice age.
good riddens to the human race.
the forest will be cleansed.
the fire will starve itself to death.
and mother nature will take a vicodin and sleep through the next millennia.
i am just a human.
nature has no place for me.
and i do not belong in my society.
so, i ask you, what is my life worth?
a chain of simple reasoning says plainly:
nothing.
beyond sympathy, beyond the perversion of maternal instinct,
there is this feeling in every human heart
that we were made to powerful to be allowed to live.
so we were designed to destroy ourselves in the end
and we endlessly agonize over the contradiction we feel when we
want to do the right thing,
and our destruction is the right thing.
how disgusting.
there is no equilibrium for a species that can openly choose to defy instinct.
a hungry human being...
that might just be the most dangerous thing in this world.
puts me in no mood to pay attention to the pleading of my stomach.