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The insides of my nervous track are slowly bleeding out prophetic spit balls of fire. I want to wad up a huge piece of excrimental parchment spit heavily on its fibers and just aim at these condencending assholes.

 

People are so blind to what is so close to them. To lazily angst to see that if they open their eyes…

They. Would. See.

It is not hard to look…our eyes work perfectly fine. But somewhere in between the magnetic power of a human’s eyes to the world around them and the path to a conscious… these idiots have decapitated sense.

They don’t have sense to sense anything.

 

And my blood begins to rapidly fire out words that would drench catatonic souls into a never ending pit of knowledge.

Maybe somehow someway I can brainwash these zombies into washing their brains. Cleanising their own minds of the stupidity that they’ve convinced themselves is the path to righteousness.

There. Is. No. Path. To. Righteousness.

There’s no such thing as truth. Everyone has their own, and somehow if I could manage to scrape the systematic viens that line their incohesive organisms I’d manage to scrape the film of their fairy tale eye balls and they would end up…

Seeing.