Kill the World Date Friday, April 19, 2024 - 06:20 AM PST Topic Rant It needs to die...sure there are plenty of beautiful things still out there, but we've managed to just about shit on everything. And well shat upon they are. Here's why. The mass and majority have become the voice, despite greater wisdom and experience which point to the mass and the majority as being nothing more than the Mob...and the mob killed Frankenstein's monster. Baby seals and tragic vegetables have become breaking heartaching news...until the next commercial break sells you something that'll make the pain go away (At the cost of possible anal leakage). The roads and routes of our minds have wrapped around each other like incestual lovers, leading great dizzying philosophies warped in and out, deformed, unfinished and ultimately useless. Happiness is uncool, everyone's life must suck worse than the next persons, or else they just don't hold onto the ladder. It's the saddest pissing contest...like the special olympics, no one wins, and everyone's retarded. Hypersensitivity has infected even the most unnoticeable things and climbed high into the bowels of the mighty. Tears and snappish things are said at stimuli that are in all reality...really dumb. The elite have held the wrecking ball, and used it injudiciously, in desperation to fend off the things that creep out of the shadows and whisper pointless nothings in our loved ones ears...or some such shit. And now we've left the closet, and shut the door behind us, and my...what a many cobwebs there are. There are no voices but our own. What fool's wisdom we have must be greedily clutched behind our lips...god forbid anyone disagrees with anyone else too vehemently. And they're serving the same green hotdogs in the cafeteria again...god damn it. So this is what I propose we do. Find something precious...find something unique...and break it. Break the unholy hell out of it and leave it where it lay. Then come back, and try again. To rebuild...you must first destroy...or some zen crap like that. Me? I just like breaking shit...it makes me look tough. We do this right, and with sincerity, mayhap the bats will come back, and the spiders...and the ghosts, and the sunrises, sunsets and fishnet stockings in all sorts of tasty places. Maybe the foolish will learn and the wise will see what fools they be. Mebbe' light will flash once or twice in dead old sockets and some interest can be rekindled in abandoned loves... This isn't a poem, and anyone who says otherwise will get a swift kick in the balls...if you do not have balls, I will provide them. Raise your sword, hammer, fist or hairspray...and kill the world, for certainly the world has seemed to have killed us already. D This article comes from Shmeng http://www.shmeng.com/ The URL for this story is: http://www.shmeng.com/modules.php?op=modload&name=News&file=article&sid=755