My Dear we're slow dancing in a burning room
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Thursday, March 24, 2011, 2:24 AM
Life is becoming a day old chewing gum that's gone cold and stale in the centre of your mouth. I'm so tired of this relentless battle against everything, love, life, success, I'm so fucking sick and tired of chasing it. Tired of trying to figure out what's happening and what must happen next, nothing seems to make sense anymore. I'm done waiting around for secret boyfriends to appear like an unwanted answer in a magic 8-ball. I'm through with all that bullshit the world enjoys twirling around in your face, ideals of relationship and notions of peace and harmony; that's all just a bunch of fucking lies. The foul shallow stench of good-looks and surface traits inhibit my entire being and I can't seem to migrate to any place that doesn't stink of it. Putrid behavior, human beings are so easy to figure out sometimes, basal wants and needs, lust, desire, reads loud and clear on the surface of your skin. You, and you and you, all of you, just a bunch of animals and I suppose this world is your cage, primal beasts and beings at the mercy of your own inability to think or to observe. Layers of deception cannot shield you forever. Because face it, at the end of the day, you're just looking for a good body to fuck and clearly, I'm not fucking fit for the cause am I? Because all you can ever think about is the looks, for shit if someone has good character or the ability to make you laugh. To hell with those cos they don't seem to stand any chance against a man with a chiseled torso and long flowing hair because you'd so prefer it. I don't know how anyone in this godforsaken planet can wake up every morning with a smile on their face, foul rotten minds turning like clockwork to begin the new day's new desire, chaining chunks of shit together in the pits of your own decaying mind. None of this is noble and there isn't a single soul left on this planet worth saving. Not even mine. We're all doomed to get shat on and god knows we deserve it. Every last one of us, disgusting creatures with nothing close to a heart for love and peace. Those are just ideals created by pop culture and surged through the market by consumerism; freedom, truth and love are dead. The death of bohemia is a tragic one but yet again, this day and age prooves to be apathetic and indifferent. I'm done with trying. I'm done with wasting precious hours and days labouring my mind over you. I'm done with holding on to you even though every day I wake up thinking things might change, things might be different for once. Who the fuck am I kidding? I am a fat sod and I am destined to die a fucking lonely death in the middle of fucking nowhere because oh yes, the shallow little bumfucks that scowl the surface of this shallow planet don't care for one such as me. You all want adonis, perfection and beauty beyond all comprehension. Well this world is a shithole and one day all of humanity is going to drown in the own regurgitated bullshit it now swims in. There is no such thing as compassion, or heart or love. All of that is dead, what's left on the surface is the pure lust and greed that plagues the human heart. So excuse me if I don't see the point in continuing with this life any longer, excuse me if you don't agree with what I'm saying or if you think I'm going slightly insane, excuse me for I'm telling the truth. The ugly fucking truth of humanity and this is the state of dissent and death we're all going to be subject to. No one's worth a pretty smile nor my efforts to create one. Selfish greed and personal desires; this world can fucking burn for all I care. I'm done trying to fix it and I'm done trying to fix myself.
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Vanity isn't a sin, a little narcissm wouldn't hurt.
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