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Streams of gray sedans flood in, and flood out. Burger King wrappers on the floor and on the ground. Lite music, shallow humor from lifeless DJs, coffee in your mugs and in your mouths. In each and every car I wonder when they died, and if I'm dying too. They're killing me, they're killing you.

What is it that we do? To procreate and build a race to further our convictions as mindless slaves? To pay our taxes to fuel corporate jets to fly around men who in turn tell us what to do? I have had it.

My time is a gift which I give in exchange for paper, backed by nothing but good faith. That paper becomes worth less and less everyday, and I need more of it to fill my gas tank to get to work to do it again. Is no one outraged? Will no one take up arms and start a revolution? We're too busy.

This is serious business! The middle east is going to HELL! Political statements in brilliant satires go totally unnoticed by the mainstream. Isn't it sad that people don't actually GET the message in intelligent movies? So much so, that they end up going straight to video. Well I get them, and I want to shake the hand of everyone involved in making them. Music too! How dumb is music these days, mainstream that is. Pop culture makes me seriously want to kill myself. I have absolutely no hope for the future.

I refuse to let you suck me into your zombie land.

But it's already happening! I'm starting to care less. More and more apathy. I notice the intensity of the storms, but what can I do about this global warming excpet drive to V-8 powered cars! The world is ending anyways, right? RIGHT? I have some hope that the political landscape will change in November when we elect a new house and senate, but it won't. It's all futile. I don't want to care anymore, I really don't. I don't want to think, I don't want to feel. I just want to huddle in my corner of the world with my bourbon and my dog and my Winchester and forget that this all ever happened.



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