Its the idea that gawd holds reign over this that and the other from a gazillion miles away where he sips his crème cheese and smokes his lemon peels and lies to his broomstick that clings to his heels whose soles diminish disease, poverty and pain when he so feels obliged that sickens my mind far more than the idea of life.

Its the idea that life says nothing at all because in the end there's only that from above and those who guarantee peace and understanding when they themselves are under the misinterpretation of what it is to exist.

Its the idea that existence is basically standing on the edge of a cliff. looking over the edge knowing you wont fall no matter how far out you try to push yourself because you're bound to life and gawd and lies that are more important than the formers of existence and lifestyle and peace.

Its the idea of how peace can not exist and if it did it wouldn't prove itself worthy of this planets high standards of do's and don'ts and peace riots that aren't really peace riots but instead media ploys to make people think they can make a difference in humanity.

Its the idea of humanity period. Evil breed. Poking at you with dull wit and 25 year old toe nail clippers, neither of which causing harm apart from the agitation of breathing and seeing all that no one else does.

Its the idea of fragmented sentences and nothing else. They're out of control, but so is the gravitational pull.

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