

ShrapnelShrapnel. Something exploded, and a piece of it embedded in your flesh. Now you have to carry that around with you for the rest of your life.Shrapnel
It affects you. In changes the way that you behave, you take the experience of being hit by that shrapnel with you in every decision that you make. Even if you remove it, the scar remains. Even in its absence, it informs your decisions.
For the most part, the explosions are essentially random, when taken from a subjective view. Someone else planted these things, and you walk right into it. These things


Witty TitleI was just taking a lukewarm shower when it struck me how much mediocrity has come to rule our lives.Witty Title
I remember having higher expectations of life in this New American Century and somewhere along the way they were dashed against the rocks like the skull of an ancient Semite child in a dusty, long forgotten passage of the Old Testament.
Every year we expect less of life.
It's not a willful choice, but a subconscious rationalization with our surroundings. The optimists have become the enemy. The chant of "things will get better, you'll see" is the rallying cry of the defeated. &


truthThere's a lie I've told myself so much I started thinking it was true Dunno why I want to believe so much but I obviously do maybe something in my personality type or buried deep in my DNA but whatever it is it's gonna have to go before my whole life slips awaytruth
The ministry of propaganda drops a memo through my door this week's special is terrorism replacing last week's war the people on the teevee screen are smiling as they wave I feel like I'm just killing time 'til I can turn round in my grave
They say the truth will set you free &


Welcome to the monoculture.Welcome to every city being the same. You walk out of your front door, and you see, what, a McDonalds and a Starbucks and a Theater showing the latest releases of the same remakes and sequels. Problem is, you walk out of ANY front door ANYWHERE, and you'll see the exact same thing.Welcome to the monoculture.
Where is the "Filthy Joe's Porn Emporium" of yesteryear? Where are the mom & pop diners, the small gun dealers, the independent drug pushers that you knew by name?
All gone. All swallowed up by Wal*Mart and Applebees and Barnes and Noble. The whole nation is slowly turning into one con
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I just don't care anymore.
Huolimatta kaikki minun ponnistus minä haluan loukata itseäni jälleen.
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