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Looking out the window upon traffic, scared of those I know more than the strangers distracted by anxious purpose, wandering shards of insanity that come in a hundred and thirty two flavors traveling over faded concret. Before suspended developement and lines of purpetual traffic. Lost in the Universe, bricks of a machine and system that rewards us with 132 varieties of ice cream. Rusty, oily gears that get replaced more times than cleaned or repaired. And we can fight the very thing that keeps our houses large, our meals tasty, our needs affordable, for a chance of a live of our own. Leech off the zombies, the working dead who will keep the machine running without us. You don't need me, you just need everything else. Be a sucker or run for your life! Vampires and wolves would have you sucked of blood and brain before you felt the winds of freedom from the top of the mountain. The discarded, the broken, the alone... the old would scream into your face to take the man by the balls if they hadn't been tranquilized by decades of churning through the sparks just to leak out to the floor and out the drain. Lie! you'd be smart to fight fire with fire. Show no mercy just because your villian, assailant, and rapist has no tangable form, Out that window choas rains supreme and you would lose your chance in the blink of an eye. You could lose your life in that choas. Jealousy is a sword. Use it to stab fate, expectation, and fear in the heart. You've wasted too many days. You've taken too many dirty looks from those less fortunate to not take advantage you whining little sucker.