between you and me. i'm not sick

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asian party going on downstairs. once again i have been tasked to take care of the children as if they were my own. the sun does not shine on me today despite the ever present heat emanating from the giant white ball of gas.  life itself seems grim as the weariness and anxiety claw at it like starving wolves to an innocent baby tossed amongst them to satiate their bloodlust. it is the 22nd of December 2012. the mayans were wrong. but for what purpose are we to judge how wrong and deceitful they are when humankind is more corrupt than a schoolgirl on halloween.  this sad existence also further escalates the fact that people are manisfestations of what this disturbed notion of society considers to be correct and proper. how we are so easily able to classify people into these classifications is beyond me and will only serve to further heighten my reluctance to include myself in this futile life.

disturbances.

blog made. lacking a sense of accomplishment. everything is so easy.

technology moving forward slowly unravels to become a hindrance rather than a convenience. eventually, humankind will be consumed by this ever growing thirst for something more. something... grand.

but until that day we sit here and wait. for the day that will never come. for the songs that have been sung. for the red to flow into the white disturbing brown, falling down until there is no more light.

but until
but...
til thy sins hath been repenteth, thou shalt not be relieved of this painful existence.

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