This is a very general journal. This usually happens in these times.
You don't see anything other than the exterior. At least most of the population doesn't.
We're a sick race. We move to an area, populate and repopulate and multiply, but there's no killing factor. No control over how many we generate.
Rabbits do that too, they breed and breed until an animal above them devours as many as they have to in order to keep the balance. But we have no animal. We can slaughter and fight and build machines to destroy, but that doesn't fix our situation.
Everywhere I go, I taste the sick. Taste the infection of our own kind. We've created a human zoo, and we're adding inhabitants every second. We cause more problems than we solve. I can taste it. I can see it.
Wading in a pool of shit, a swamp of all the things I should never be bothered by, I never could care to be bothered by until just once I dare to look down. This is one of those times. I've become aware of my surroundings, aware of how unsatisfied we all are with ourselves, how we need to be better looking and have better gadgets and better trophies than everyone else. Life is a competition, and if you don't compete, you become ugly. You become bitter. You begin to realize what happens and what you've been listening to your whole life.
Look, even now, reading the ramblings of a possibly insane teenager spouting her philosophies as if they were something worthy. You'd probably be offended by this, and just label her as you wish. Label, because you can't see the inside. You only know the exterior, the hard aluminum supporting the liquid.
I've gotten so use to this feeling that I've begun to find humor in all of it. I've become a cheap parody of the world as I see it, letting people believe what they will, letting people say what they will to try and define me. I still find it hilarious. People who care about the ozone or want to stop eating meat for the sake of the animals. It makes me laugh. It makes me laugh because I'd love to see the destruction. I'd love to see the world drown.










and how have you been lately?
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Knock me up and take my funk.
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Knock me up and take my funk.
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ಥ﹏ಥ GET BACK TO WORK, RACHEL ಥ﹏ಥ
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Knock me up and take my funk.
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"Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains..."
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Knock me up and take my funk.
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