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Rant I
Why do we waste our hearts on mindless garbage that makes the ears of the inner Victorian in me bleed? I cover my ears from their thinkless babble of the ways things should be, and how they believe they are changing the world. When they cannot do any such thing in this lifetime. The world will never rid itself of it's darkness; it can pretend that it doesn't exist. Push it under the carpet like the soldier's wife's affair when her husband is dying for his country. Ah, let the world live in the belief that nothing evil exists. And then we curl up in a fetal position as if we were once again in the womb. We cry and rip out our hair wondering how this could have happen? Well when you live in a glass house, you'll be the one cut up the most when the stone smashes through your transparent walls. Or you could be like me, writing down useless, meaningless warnings for you unconstututional plague rats! You deserve nothing, let your God destroy you; let him bring you to a high place that is just in reach of the Devil. Filthy vermin, you shall all die with your eyes bleeding and your ears deaf to the nonsense that they drunk in while you were alive. Ignore the poor cries from within the asylum walls. And so you sit there, wasting your hearts on mindless garbage that makes the ears of the inner Victorian in me bleed.
Published 28th Jul 2011
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28th Jul 2011 6:32pm
When I first read this I was not expecting much, but I really liked your stream of conciousness. Very brutal and creative. There is a grammar mistake in line 1 "me´s" should be "my"
28th Jul 2011 11:01pm
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