yes, yes...
be a good person, believe...
and all your transgressions will be forgiven by some over-responsible bearded fatherly figure in the sky wagging his finger at you and saying "if you don't listen to me you'll suffer forever, but i love you..."
embrace your suffering...
for it is your lot in this life...
your purpose for existing...
if there is a "god", then it's sense of humor rivals mine...
and that's scary...
so i don't like to think about it much...
drugs are a cop-out...
leg braces for the weaklings who can't seem to stand on their own...
an escape...
drugs are temporary russian roulette without a bullet...
the water's only as deep as your knees...
but too bad you can't stand...
you drown...
this existence is like rusty razor blades drug across the scalps of junkies...
an empty cranium...
our crumbling facade of a society will one day self-execute...
suffer...
an introspection into blithe nihilism....
genuflecting...
self-contradiction...
the concepts cancel eachother out and the light blinks out in your mind...
leaving it dark and empty as it was to begin with...
die...
for things in this place can only become worse...
until we describe our homeworld as one great sprawling cesspool of a city...
disease...
is what happens when a naturally unsanitary species begins to overpopulate and mutate...
perhaps one day we will exist as subterrainean cannibals...
until that day know that we all progress through stages of misanthropy...
embrace yours....
SUFFER...