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* O o o.*..o.*..o.*..o. .net "More Human Than Human" *
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'Anada is cat-friendly..o*`
We kill each other each and every day. Searching for an answer to
end it all. We grab on to the closest thing to hold on to. The closest
thing that can answer our neverending questions. We blame all but the
truth. We blame the media, music, tv, violent videogames. We blame guns.
And we blame each other. But it's not the music we listen to, the shows we
watch, or the games we play that's killing people. It's not the weapons we
use that do kill others. It's not even because of others tormenting us
continuously that kills. The answer to this is ourselves. We choose to
kill. It's in our instinct to kill. If we got rid of guns we'd still kill.
If we eliminated violence in the media... we'd still kill. No matter what
we like to kill.
It's history. Hundreds of years ago we fought with swords, knives,
or sticks. Not because we saw someone else doing it but because we're
vicious animals searching for our next prey. As our fellow peers all over
the United States shoot and kill each other for no good reason. We ask why.
Why did they do it? Why? And yet, as we find no answer to this, we blame
everything and everyone but the person who did it.
I think that all human being are mental. We're all crazy. We all
have the desire to kill deep within ourselves and eventually that desire
will come out in some way. It'll be triggered by something and we'll pick
up a gun and shoot. It's so easy to do it that way too. A bullet will
murder someone in an instant. You don't even have to think. Just one pull
on the trigger will supposedly end your troubles.
But then you can't take it back. Once you shoot you can't stop.
Eventually mankind will kill himself and the world will be complete chaos.
We will die for all of our sins.
I sometimes wonder what the point of this is. We struggle and strive
each and every day for something. Sometimes we don't even know what it is.
But we feel it's there and that we have to keep trying and keep trying and
keep trying. We feel we have to try to get through one more day and
hopefully the next will be better. But what's the point? Why are we here,
why do we move, why do we talk, why do we live and why do we die? Why?
I don't understand. I don't understand. How did we just appear on
this earth one day long ago? How did this happen? If there is a God... how
did he come about? If there is evolution, how did the first microscopic
little whatever get here? I don't understand! The only answer I can come
up with is that we're all programs. We're part of a program, a system,
something else is controlling us. We wake up, we live our separate lives,
we eat, we dispose of our wastes, we sleep, we kill, etc. We're all
miniature programs. We're stuck inside of a computer. Some fuckin monster
is playing us. Some evil being's got his keyboard sitting in front of him
right now pushing buttons. Pushing our buttons. Our individual buttons
directing us in life. In this hell. In this existence that makes no sense
whatsoever.
No matter how hard I try, I will never come up to a solution to what
the fuck the point of THIS is?!!!??!!!
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