The epitome of western society: sex, drugs, and music. What a fantastic life it is to be living in. When one doesn't need the ability to actually produce viable tones with ones own vocal chords in a pleasant manner. God bless autotune. The ignorant artist who seems straight lines rather than that of which nature is blessed with; curves. The disorganized atmosphere of creation, rather than that of German stereotype and just; as if everything must be in its place without the joy of the sunshine ever sharing its warmth amongst all to which is felt during its presence.
I am a slave working for mere peanuts compared to those who reign over with their piercing glances. Smash my innocence and sell my ever lasting eternity for that of mere dollars and cents. How pitiful is life when one must only live within a dream rather than face reality and live with what he or she lusts and desires.
Caged in a vat of despair and lies, surrounded by objections. Why must life be so hatred of those to which are different? Are we not, in a sense, all the same underneath? Why must we live with those that hate and despise others due to their inequalities?
Have your way with me, for I am nothing but a whore. Wrap your legs around my face as I suckle on the very thing which brings life into this cold universe. Let me feel the warmth of your fluids drip ever lastingly down my face as I become nothing but a slave to my own predecessors; and like others before me I die a lonely, slow, painful death of disparity drenched in the very fabrics of creationism and life.
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