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:: Thursday, June 26, 2003 :: As the world turns around and around upon it's never ending merry-go-round human beings struggle to survive in a society that cares nothing for the individual. Why must I put my money and faith into a society I hate? For that matter, why does this illogical society insist that we make money to survive? If you don't have a job in this culture, you're an outcast. You don't make any money, you'll never be able to support yourself, and generally just suck. What does this allmighty dollar do to entice my internal organs into keeping me alive? Absolutely nothing. SO I ask this question: Why must we be a part of a society that cares nothing of the single individual? If I lose my job, is this society going to help me feed myself? No... but it'll sure as hell help me feed my daughter. Will this wonderful culture help me to put a roof over my head? Yes, if I want to take my daughter into the projects, where in all likelyhood she'll be sexually abused before she's 8 years old. Sure the IDEA behind our glorious civilization is honorable and noble, but what about the reality of it? How come a single parent with 4 kids drive a brand new car and not have a job? I don't drive a brand new car and I have a GOOD job. We need someone to straighten out all the things that most people turn their pretty little heads at. Someone with power, someone with strength. Ya know what? I think communism was a better form of politcal rule, allthought I'm not a communist. Oh well... forget it. Dos Vedanya, Tovarish!:: Sunday, September 29, 2002 :: As I sit here in complete silence and ponder the realities that surround me, I come to find myself drifting away into utter depression. I can't understand how I got to this point in my life. The only promising thing I have realized is that my life has evolved from the rancid, convoluted series of lies that it once was. But suprisingly, I miss the adventure. Yes, it was hard, yes it was driving me crazy. But at least it was something! I have a brand new wife, and a brand new daughter. Problem is, I can't even get along with them. Six months ago I absolutely knew that married people were crazy. They always told me everything changes when you get married. They say you'll never get laid, you'll always argue, and you'll never live down your mistakes. They were fuckin retarded! Now I find myself upon that evil sea, in the same ill-fated ship as those people. Oddly enough this gorgeous looking vessel built strong and true, with nothing but the greatest of intentions, and OH-so enticing, is aptly named "Titanic." Some of the most dastardly deeds ever done in history were done with the greatest of intentions. I still ask myself why must I book passage on this boat? Why can't I call the coast guard for a rescue chopper? Why must I sit here and drown? Why??? And I answer: Because you I don't know the correct radio frequency. Where's my flash light... I still remember SOS from boy scouts...:: Tuesday, July 23, 2002 :: Time ebbs and flows, I think everyone knows this. And the ironic part is, most people beleive it only happens to them. Albeit they say they know it happens to everyone else, but what do most people TRULY beleive with their unconcious? They are the only one's who suffer. I know I do it too. We are all riding the same tides. We are all getting hit by the same typhoon. The intresting thing we need to know is that everyone has to deal with something sooner or later, and if we wish to be better people, we should help said everyone. Then hey, ya never know, you might actually get helped. It's a thought of logic and numbers. The statistics can't lie.:: Friday, May 31, 2002 :: Today as I carried on about my day, I started to really search for the truth. As it come to be, I have found little hints in everything. Be it the way the breeze cools a hot day, a daydream that comes to life in passing, or perhaps even the anger in the voice of a pissed off sibling. Everyone of these things, and much more, gives us a minute insight towards what the truth is. If we just listen and learn we might by chance get very close to the answer...:: Thursday, May 30, 2002 :: Truth be known to just a very certain few. If you meet one of them, please introduce me. I beleive we are all searching for that certain truth. Lies surround me, they bind me, they ARE me. I hate them to my very core, but I live one every waking moment. It's quite odd that the only time I'm free from my lies comes to me in my slumber. And consequently can't fully realize the happiness in it. Oh well, life drags along and since I am chained to it, I go along as well. Oh to be free. The first step was taken today, hence the change in things. Perhaps I can fully vent myself here... Doubtful. Most of my vents would be quite incriminating. I guess I'll hide everything away into more lies... Well here we are, the start of something new... something fresh. Seems a bit strange to try something new, but changes are good. Anyone that reads this blog will know me in some shape or form, be it friend or foe. These thoughts are not meant to hurt anyone, but I promise they will be equal oppurtunity offences. So forgive me, forget me, love, or hate me... the decision is entirely up to you.
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