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updated-not finished yet
What has society grown into? Multiple things the gastronomic equivelant of bacteria upon a small flake of skin, and just about as personable? Or one ravenous monstrocity that crawled out from the scumy abyss?
"When you look into the abyss, the abyss looks into you."- ?
The tide will surface upon the beach, rolling over the sand and leaving its putrid debris at the mercy of the wind. While the malignant moon controlls it all. One being perches upon the moon, the sucsessor, as it digs its talons in the pawn's crumbly skin.
Each time the wicked wings unfold the tide changes, washing over humanity, each time leaving it different, subtily, no grain of sand ever in the original place.
But the unobservant eye continues to place its attention on the trivial matters of the seen surface. The eyes that, perhaps by mistake, or even karma, push past the film of fog and unearths reality, is, in thruth, one who is truely cursed.
"Chenoybl's hot." - James "Gard" Gardener, The Tommyknockers. - Stephen king
In truth, when you discover the world is going to hell, you realize your insignificance, your lack of power, and most of all, if you do change something, the tide will flatten it with the cold waters and mercilessly scatter your forlorn work.
The stats they counted for that neacular reactor that melted down less than a week ago, too far away for anyone else to care, was pulled directly out of an authory's a**. Try multiplying that 46 lost souls by tenfold and you might come close to the terrifying truth. But oh no, it's not over yet.
Congratulations, now, pull that card out of the magick tophat and lets see what fact of reality you will be honoured to learn today.
Its not the end when that "46" people die, although, God knows how glad the insurance company would be if it was. Why don't we just put a price tag, hell, barcode humans their price depending on how useful they are to the economy.
After all, thats all that matters, right? How much money one can make, how efficeint one is when one throws papers into files or jumps your bones in the morning (I mean, life consists of sex and money, correct? Wrong? Oh, now I think I'm going to cry, I thought I had life figured out!).
Oh yes, let's all pull our blackglasses over our eyes as we ignore the 40-year-olds and up getting every variety of cancer because when the plant melted down they were "far enough" away to not be affected. But no, that's not all! Let's see what else we can find, shall we?
No, oh no, it's not the adults that go second, after about "46" people died feeling the memorable equivelant of being skined alive then having their internal organs eaten infront of them asthough it was a mere candy, it's the children.
The children get leukemia.
The same child that you once had to aid in putting on a bandaid, conforting the the wreched little thing that wouldn't stop spilling tears like a factory, is now in the hospital, dying, not knowing what he is missing out on.
Then again, what is he missing?
Drug ridden world where the top is a democratic job licking the primeminister's feet until you collect a puddle of drool? Bending over backwards so your employer can shove his foot up your a** and tell you to come to work despite your limp and inability to sit due to the lodged object?
Oh yeah, we're having fun now.
now i guess i have run out of things to say, i'll continue this later and don't bother to comment on how badly it is written.
i'll continue this later or... whenever...
it has been updated 3nodding ok, i put in a *cough* few *cough* italics u_u
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