spawn point

          
         
         
        life might as well be a movie, where you're forced to live/follow a script; damn it if whether or not one wants in or even remembers it(or wants to follow it at all)- but then again it depends on who's reading it....          
         
        it picks at one's mental wiring from the very beginning; juices one with some truths, sprinkled with quite a bit of fibs....          
         
         
     though as one ages-and natural instincts kicks in; life becomes a torture chamber on one's mind- now behind bars in a mental prison....          
even as one sleeps, in dream- there's deep prickling effects projected from a "virus" playing on one's subconscious....          
         
         
  "life" very well is a  "tormenting", death trap with "societal" distractions.... no different than the animals shipped from there original environment to a public zoo for "humans'" viewing entertainment....          
         
         
bound to a chair, eyes forced to glare at and endure the  "flawed" conditions of capitalism, exploitation, manipulation....          
         
 self destruction comes in many forms, and is very valid....      
       
but some how conversations like suicide are forever one of those sensitive/taboo subjects; of course- it doesn't have to make sense...."suicidal prevention" is just more fed bullshit....      
       
       
truth is, one is but a seed who was spawned out into this.... experience/experiment.... and one is but a gambling chip.... here it is.... do one's best not to malfunction despite what ever odds are weighed against one's "natural mind" and will to survive....      
     
     
the mind is played on/with to the very cold bitter end....