PART A

I’m falling in an unsteadiness between opposites.


Call it my Xs and Os if you will.
I’m consistently inconsistent, going from hating life to feeling that it’s cool.
But no matter how things may be going smoothly, it’s constantly at the back of my mind that human kind is shit. It may seem a little harsh, but sometimes I truly believe that humans really are a waste of a species. We have no purpose in life. However, this is not the problem. The problem is that we seem to believe we do, and we spend our entire lives planning with an uncertainty of when this life will even end.
Why can we not simply work for the day? For the moment? For immediate satisfaction?
Instead we go way beyond our basic needs to try and achieve things that once we have mean nothing. Food means something, sleep means something, sex means something. When you achieve these things, when you finally get them, you see them, you taste them, you feel them.


What


is


real


is


what


you


see


feel


and taste.








(i'm not preaching, these are fleeting thoughts with much need for development.  the only thing i'm interested in is hating the world.)