The Obscure

Hey everybody, my mind is full of things, I'm going to write them. I am pissed off at everything, I hate everything, everything in the world. The basis for this, is as follows, everyone thinks they know what they are talking about, even I do this, so no one can throw this in my face, everyone does it, and I hate them all, even me. You all think you know, you all think you are so smart and are too stubborn to give into anyone else's opinion, How can we be right? Our minds are finite! We are the equivalent of mindless sludge, oozing out of a car's ticking underbelly, sliding through cracks in the pavement, till we dry up and die! Why can't anyone just think about what they do?! why can't anyone realize that no matter how hard they try to do things "the correct way" they are just gonna get f*cked up again?! How are people who can see these flaws in humanity for what they are, live with themselves for not spreading the word? I am not pompous enough to declare myself so, I am as bad as the rest of Man, our whole social structure has been flushed down the proverbial toilet, and we still worry about how we look in front of our fellow infidels. Drink you drinks, do your drugs, have your fun, just know that in the end we will all get our just deserves, and the enlightened will burn like the rest of us.