May 2nd, 2005
Self-admonishment
We're all trying to make a niche in this life.
Should
it even matter if the comfortable corner we're making for ourselves is
hurting someone, unknowingly? What differentiates a witness from an accessory?
Is living and eking out a life enough of a reason to shrug everytime we
hear about another one's life flushed down the universal drain?
Apathy seems to have become quite the trend - the next best
thing. We've ergonomic chairs, pillows, grand traiblazing
improvements in combustion and antipollution, ecological awareness,
social awareness, the plight of dual humanity and the interaction of
the sexes: we're such an improved animal, aren't we?
Is the human being that important? Is survival the final cause?
Houston, we have a problem.
Patching visuals through band 3.
When you flush that toilet down, did you ever even think of the waste you're helping propagate, with all that hair and skin and feces and toilet fucking paper that you're not even well-trained enough to use effectively; just how improved an ape-man are you, what with your sewage system and septic tanks, single-and-dual-to-infinity cock and explode multicylinder cars and engines, reliance on the planet's blood-gas, the petroleum of human life. Yeah, you're a superb genius. You've discovered how to apply the Mandible Claw on Mankind. And there's no Heimlink maneuver for the planet. When she goes into cardiac arrest, so do we.
Screw the masses. Fuck the uppercrust. Damn the figureheads. We're nothing but termites. Class isn't going to matter where we're going.
Some people wonder if it is quite agreeable to hate.
I say, hate is an emotion. If it didn't have a use, it wouldn't be here.
And what can we do about it?
Nothing. Nothing at all.
Why?
can you deny yourself of the things that you are most comfortable with?
Sign out.