THE HOUSE.
I live in a madhouse called the western world.
It is a place where people step on each other and hurt each other in order to get to the top... of what? No one really knows for sure, but once at the top it is said that one possesses infinite powers over all those who are too weak of just too stupid to fight their way upward.
It is a place of constant stress and aggression and we are taught from childhood that it is the normal state of a functionnal society, and that those who can't adapt are to be locked away in concrete boxes and identified by numbers instead of letters.
It is a place where you can buy love and respect in another kind of concrete box called stores. It is a place where happiness comes in a wide range of colors and sizes, so you never get sad.
It is a place ruled by violence where problems are solved through pain and intimidation, so that you will never be out of line again, so they hope.
It is a place where we can't seem to learn from our mistakes because, being the First World, we don't make mistakes.
It is a place where we learn to disregard other people's feelings, where we get desensitized in order to cope with life in the western world. Because if you can't cope you become a problem and must be taken care of, ie, eliminated.
It's all this and much more, but the more i write the more i want to leave and i just can't do this. This is all i know, and i've learned to love it. And i know it's wrong but i can't conceive of anything else.
I love pain and i love hurting others and i must hurt others; if i don't they will hurt me and i will soon be dead.
You see, i must continue on this path, and you should too. There is no escape. Not if you want to come out of this alive.
Ironic, isn't it?
It is a place where people step on each other and hurt each other in order to get to the top... of what? No one really knows for sure, but once at the top it is said that one possesses infinite powers over all those who are too weak of just too stupid to fight their way upward.
It is a place of constant stress and aggression and we are taught from childhood that it is the normal state of a functionnal society, and that those who can't adapt are to be locked away in concrete boxes and identified by numbers instead of letters.
It is a place where you can buy love and respect in another kind of concrete box called stores. It is a place where happiness comes in a wide range of colors and sizes, so you never get sad.
It is a place ruled by violence where problems are solved through pain and intimidation, so that you will never be out of line again, so they hope.
It is a place where we can't seem to learn from our mistakes because, being the First World, we don't make mistakes.
It is a place where we learn to disregard other people's feelings, where we get desensitized in order to cope with life in the western world. Because if you can't cope you become a problem and must be taken care of, ie, eliminated.
It's all this and much more, but the more i write the more i want to leave and i just can't do this. This is all i know, and i've learned to love it. And i know it's wrong but i can't conceive of anything else.
I love pain and i love hurting others and i must hurt others; if i don't they will hurt me and i will soon be dead.
You see, i must continue on this path, and you should too. There is no escape. Not if you want to come out of this alive.
Ironic, isn't it?