dance of dawn
ahh children... being the very manifestation of the disgusting corners of the human mind
How I despise these little twats and their caretakers. Their insectoid symbiosis being the only thing keeping them alive. The only thing allowing them to breathe. Both producer and product, so dependent on eachother that the removal of one would mean the death of the other. Money. Power. Wealth. All these are vain substitutes for the real drug: self indulgence..
How we strive to feel awed and loved. How we feast on the happiness of others. How we wish to surf the waves....but alas, the tide will turn..
...And he continued towards the sun, taking no notice of his melting wings
adieu
How I despise these little twats and their caretakers. Their insectoid symbiosis being the only thing keeping them alive. The only thing allowing them to breathe. Both producer and product, so dependent on eachother that the removal of one would mean the death of the other. Money. Power. Wealth. All these are vain substitutes for the real drug: self indulgence..
How we strive to feel awed and loved. How we feast on the happiness of others. How we wish to surf the waves....but alas, the tide will turn..
...And he continued towards the sun, taking no notice of his melting wings
adieu
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