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He put coat and tie on, over fitted shirt...
11:21 a.m. | 2002-10-25 I don't need a savior. I am fine the way I am. The ecosystem will balance itself out, in the end, perhaps the end of mankind. I am sick of seeing kids with dead looks in their eyes. Ignorance is nice, being in the dark, no one to see you fooling around with a stranger no need to say sorry in the morning cuz noone is anywhere near, eyes don't detect anyone, dead world of hairy ambitions and bodily delites, stresses and messes of all sorts going down faster than the first aeroplane prototype. I guess if its the end of us, we need to live like it, give up the 9-5, the luxurious caddies gold chains and do what you've wanted to do. Call family and friends maybe they need to know you love them. Call the planet and maybe apologize for not loving moreso. Goodbye cruel world? not likely. Goodbye cruel masses. |