this reality

I wonder if the child has ever died inside us

Of politics and maturity

Everyone really seems to be still playing

A god that doesnt appreciate vegetable sacrifice

A god that protects the murderers

A world made of beasts shouting at each other

I mean... what do we care

There is nothing anymore

The suggestion of innuendos

It s like art indeed. You can really sell shit attitude too for a trillion.

And thus maybe and event has hastened several billion light hours... and that i have also won awards and watch humanity extincted a thousand times and still...we are back here...at this point of interest... robbed away from our ideas...

And thus all these texts.... what will they be but ashes among the crowd... like all the dead things burnt away into ashes....

The asians are the hardworking many too.

So worthless.

Being part of this...worthless race.

Makes you wonder if god is just as worthless as they.

But i guess god is an even worse standard...

Being able to do so many...and chooses not to.

Ignorance and stupidity causes many sadness.

And to watch and do nothing...makes one a cruel spectator.

But then. Who cares.

We are all cruel spectators ...of our own taste and interest.