Grandmaster Kane
12-03-2007, 06:22 PM
I am complacent, thanks to the almost unprecedented foresight of my anarchic adolescent years.
I wonder not about my own future but about bourgeois automatons around me.
I hear people griping and groaning about there lives but I don’t care. I might be interested but I don’t really care. Never have never will.
I see people making the same mistakes and I see people becoming statistics. All hear what I tell them but few listen, like they are just destined for inadequacy and will do anything to achieve it.
I want to scream sometimes. It scares me to think that these are the people around me, on the roads and in the jobs. With these people running the country I can only be filled dread at the inevitability of out collapse.
I am despondent
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I pretend to be a normal member of functioning ( or from my standpoint semi-functioning) society but I find it increasingly more difficult everyday. Alas ignorance grows like a plague unchecked and I am simply trying to fortify against the oncoming tempest.
I feel the impending doom following me everywhere I go. The only relief I encounter is when I happen upon a kindred spirit or fellow enlightened soul.
I touch the souls of a few of the faceless masses. Those that I do irreparability become like me in my state of enlightenment. I know not how or why but I have seen the process repeated innumerable times. Not innumerable as in thousands but innumerable as in T have never cared to nor bothered to count.
I worry about the future but I also see that what is destined to transpire will come to pass. I find comfort in the notion that after it is all said and done there will be someone to pick up the pieces and rebuild anew. It is in this thought that I find solace.
I cry on the inside sometimes at the iniquitous arbitration of others. These instances are few and far between but the do nevertheless occur.
I am somber
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I understand much about the misshapen terrene around me but little about the being that inhabit it. Perhaps it is their oblique visions of the world or even (as many would have me to believe) the fault of my own warped perceptions.
I say nothing I do not mean and reserve little at expense of the feelings of others.
I dream of a better world and strive to make my vision reality.
I try go to sleep at night with positive notions in my head but the demons my current state of being rarely let that remain.
I hope my message got through to you.
I am The Future.
I wonder not about my own future but about bourgeois automatons around me.
I hear people griping and groaning about there lives but I don’t care. I might be interested but I don’t really care. Never have never will.
I see people making the same mistakes and I see people becoming statistics. All hear what I tell them but few listen, like they are just destined for inadequacy and will do anything to achieve it.
I want to scream sometimes. It scares me to think that these are the people around me, on the roads and in the jobs. With these people running the country I can only be filled dread at the inevitability of out collapse.
I am despondent
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I pretend to be a normal member of functioning ( or from my standpoint semi-functioning) society but I find it increasingly more difficult everyday. Alas ignorance grows like a plague unchecked and I am simply trying to fortify against the oncoming tempest.
I feel the impending doom following me everywhere I go. The only relief I encounter is when I happen upon a kindred spirit or fellow enlightened soul.
I touch the souls of a few of the faceless masses. Those that I do irreparability become like me in my state of enlightenment. I know not how or why but I have seen the process repeated innumerable times. Not innumerable as in thousands but innumerable as in T have never cared to nor bothered to count.
I worry about the future but I also see that what is destined to transpire will come to pass. I find comfort in the notion that after it is all said and done there will be someone to pick up the pieces and rebuild anew. It is in this thought that I find solace.
I cry on the inside sometimes at the iniquitous arbitration of others. These instances are few and far between but the do nevertheless occur.
I am somber
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I understand much about the misshapen terrene around me but little about the being that inhabit it. Perhaps it is their oblique visions of the world or even (as many would have me to believe) the fault of my own warped perceptions.
I say nothing I do not mean and reserve little at expense of the feelings of others.
I dream of a better world and strive to make my vision reality.
I try go to sleep at night with positive notions in my head but the demons my current state of being rarely let that remain.
I hope my message got through to you.
I am The Future.