Hate has always been an outlet for me, for my "art".

Lately though, it feels more like a life force than an acceptable release.

I don’t feel like my writing makes a statement per se, but I do feel that it poses questions;
things that we need to ask ourselves in one way or another.

So I may not be contributing much to the fast paced lifestyle of television and hookers; paid entertainment and paid sexual favors, for I do realize that my self is insignificant and useless. Is that what I’m trying to portray? An essence of worthlessness? Sometimes I hear the phrase, "[Name]’s life is just like a soap opera". "[Name], your life is like a sitcom". Maybe we should step back and realize that our lives are oblivious and unentertaining. clean my wounds with your baptized soul So often we reach for a sense of hope by idolizing a certain celebrity. Why? Are we that bored with our own existence? If so, kill yourself! You are no longer contributing a positive influence on the masses when your own life becomes pointless enough to ignore.

So, words of wisdom? Of guidance? Possibly. Pissed off complaining? Check, please.

"the disease of the righteous",
-s1ck.