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The Preamble

Congratulations! After some twenty odd years we’ve been spit out of the system, handed a piece of paper, and expected to contribute in one way or another to a shameless society. We are then encouraged to be pride swallowing slaves beshrouded in chicken suits, until the time comes when we are too decrepit and senile to remember what life is really worth breathing for. Sure, you can still have fun and enjoy leisure time but at the cost of walking over some people, kissing a little ass, snickering at bad jokes, putting your dignity behind your lust for the almighty dollar, and, chances are, after its all said and done you’ll have created a nice and twisted family life for yourself. Your kids will develop a healthy resentment for you as they occasionally peel their eyes away from the monotonous muck of MTV to curse your conformity. Brainwashed, believing in materialistic values, money, cars, cribs, clothes, plastic surgery, steroids, jewels; but that’s just the tip of the infernal iceberg. If we all work really hard we can perpetuate the loss and insignificance of any form of virtue still breathing in our world. Who needs laughter? Who needs love? We’ve got the military flying above. They will protect us from the evil tyranny that we can’t even see. Someone’s been lying to you and me. The people with power are the people with money, well that’s nothing new, nor is the idea that some lives are more important than others.

My contribution to society is this: for too long I’ve concerned myself about the future and how I’d insert myself somewhere in the rat race, but I’m not really righteous enough to fight. So I will go on and continue to live like I do, which means I won’t torment myself with trivial adherence. I’ll live on the border of defiance and pleasure where the parasites of civilization can’t gnaw at my brain. I’ll do what I need to do to keep my mind sane. I’ll love people and myself, not taking anything too serious. Because before you go it’s not how much you made but the whole damn experience. I’m not saying I’m perfect, that’s not at all true. I’m just another pervert pushing on through.

 

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