[X] A PROPOS DE MOI.

MY MONO LOG

* Be Warn It's a wall of text. Also it's my personal opinion, not yours.

All these years of life accumulated, I haven’t yet discovered what is the means of living your life. Is it something we try to fulfill within out own statues? I feel like I am just at the beginning of a journey unpacked and unprepared for what is ahead. I am still confused of how this world works, the mechanics are just hard to decode. One thing I know it just to survive let the strings fall and see what happens. Take one small step at a time, a shelter child going up in a fast pace society has really purge my senses and my reality.

In a world so full of grace, and yet it stumbles upon dark tides. The unspoken chilling sickness that is wrapped underneath our eyes, forbidden to make an understanding of it, nor dare to speak. When will those fairy tale told stories of our greatness shed some light of truth, those spoon-fed quota’s immersed sweepingly undetected in a world so absorbed in our self-conscience.

History to horrid to speak of, things humans did that we absolute repent in disgust. How can we be so cruel? Murder, rape, crime, baby selling, sweat shops, and organ harvesting an endless list still seeking truth in people’s eyes. Detained to these acts that it no longer affects any emotional distress, the world avoids such tragic vista. Anything insufficient of perfect is veiled and cast aside, thrown into darkness shun away keeping society as sheltered as it may seem, urgently seeking some sort of order in this chaotic coastal.

Young at age it, the soul is old, older then trees that now breath's this earth, have seen not, have heard not but a greater understanding that surrounds this barren landscape. Having reached the peak, alas where mimicking puppets has formed from our youth’s nation, where violence is praised of something divine, and self-reputation is at a greater stake than the consequences that must be endure after.

Colour blinded by today’s forecast of propaganda, where essential materialistic substance is self-confidence and sexual presence is a must obtained aura of beauty. Conforming the innocents of children to perfect figurine’s apparitions of porcelain dolls. Where perfectas seem to be none existence, fighting to be thin is anorexia, careless eating habits becomes obesity, being in between just does not seem to be the norm anymore. The tide has shifted and the line between these fractions burred, merged into the new epic disease that will be our apocalypse.

“Knowledge is power” is it really? In this time and age this statement that once could held some true has turn its face and refuse to enlighten its audience, like a folktale that only exist in the distance past. Over the course of gluttony, this statement has metamorphosis itself; Money is Power. Money can buy a lot of things such as truth, friends; a wife (a concubine, by the way excellent wife catalogue this month featuring Ms. Desperately wanting a betterlife, heard she has a nice set of legs.) and of course happiness!

Are we not like spoiled little children, hungry for more mothers’ milk suckling on our thumbs. We should be glad we live in a privilege society were food, shelter and clean water isn’t a situation of life and death. Instead to complicate matters, society has found something else to whine about because that’s just what we do. It’s obvious that we want to be pity upon we gain some sort of adrenaline, or seems more like a addictive emotional drug wanting to know that some other out there really cares about our well-being.

Enlist, enlist, enlist damn it! ENLIST! GOD IS HERE! Let him decide thy faith! Let thee lax, have this rural being guided thy destiny! Ho, dear friend, JOIN US! Bewildered in thy emotional stasis? Ho! Not to worry we can fix that. Feel abandon? Ho! We come with open arms. GOT MILK? GOT GOD? Ho! Yes, repent me thy sins, I’ll unleash this invisible leash. Ho! Hum! Let us dance in his glorious light. I want to believe.

Bias maybe, informative it could be, really its I am just typing away dancing on sharp pin mats, and releasing some testosterone.