Do I Got Enough Gear?

Do I got enough gear:
To last me through one more heart break?

We're about to find out!

Only this time, I have trained myself to accept heart break before it happens.

I can't help but feel bad:
To know that I'm not wanted.

Is it my nature?
Am I deranged?

All I do know is that I've spent my life up to this point:
Only to know that being alone is something that I can't bare.
I tried really hard to stay alone.
Now that I'm old and fat, I realize I will die a virgin.

The spiritual me is comfortable with this...
But the material me has a brain that tells me its not right;
And I feel under accomplished as a man.

Is it that bad?
To die a virgin...
I mean, its not like I didn't have opportunity.

What I dislike about people is the dishonesty that their actions represent.
People do not shed light on why they act a certain way.
Perhaps, it is a silence that is dishonest...
But what I hate the most is when people gather and conspire to one person's lack of knowledge.

Why am I part of this world?
I had a chance to leave it.
Could I possibly find some purpose to serve, that is worthy of me?

These are things that run through my head...
Perhaps others have had the same thoughts, but I don't care.

Every one just needs to be loved...
And unfortunately, sex seems to solve that for most people.

I can't wait until they start "fixing" humans, just like they do cats and dogs.
Cut off the balls and tie the tubes!
Reproducing only continues the contamination of this world.
Unfortunately, I'd rather slay myself than have children...
But it is for the better of the world (and my possible children).
Every one should think like that.
If you don't, then fuck you...
Have kids.
Bring them into this fucked up world...
And have some hope that they'll actually make a positive difference.
The chances are not in your favor.

What this society could use is a collective realization that we perceive no reality.
The chances of that are pretty slim...
I don't gamble...
But I do hope that at least one person can combine with me to reunite my soul.

Each of us are split in half, when we are born.
The other half... is yet to be determined.

You make the choice.
Fuck it.
Make a choice...
And fuck up.
I'll be watching you fuck up.



~theMuzzl3

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