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no love, no hate, no fear, no discretion [Dec. 30th, 2004|11:43 am]
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Some people love to be depressed, others love being happy,
some people love instant gratification more than long-term satisfaction, so that's what they will get.
Some people love to want things, more than they love receiving them.
Some people revel in the despiration they bring upon themselves.
Some people love to be opressed and discriminated against.
Some people prefer lonliness, even when it hurts.
People are the way they are, whatever that is, because they want to be.
It's all a matter of which illusion they picked as their reality. It's sad so few people can see beyond that.
Even sadder that most people think they know so much more than they do, and close their senses to that which they do not want to perceive.
When they are forced to perceive it, they'll twist their belief about the nature of it in order to fit into their own flawed perspective on things, rather than change their perspective on things to more accurately represent reality.
Ignorance is bliss only for the feeble minded.

I don't understand why people are so scared of dying, when it's so rare to see someone really living.
It amazes me how people tend to overestimate the significance of their lives, while underestimating the power they have over them.
Any action motivated by fear is disgusting to me. Maybe that's why I have such a problem with the current US Government, but I won't get into that anymore. Truth always works it's way to the surface eventually.
Lies tell the truth, just not directly, but you're not supposed to believe them at face value.. dumbasses.
I've pretty much conceded to let things cave in rather than bust my ass to try and explain why they are going to.
You can't show someone something they don't want to see.
who knows.. maybe I'm crazy. But I have nothing left to do but take my craziness and run with it, because it's all that makes sense to me.

People are cattle, the media is a cattleprod and fear is the charge.

beef.. it's what's for dinner.