No Rest for a Weary World

Yearning for the end result to proverbial questions, we’re constantly stuck at a crossroads. From civil rights activist remembering Selma’s Bloody Sunday to Malaysian Flight 370, it’s a protest to speak out on the world’s injustices. Our debauched generation travels down the highway to hell led by deranged bastards. Some of us realize this, but we remain silent in the background. Majority of these bastards occupy an authority position: a position to promote change to the masses. The other bastards occupy a terrorist position: a position to induce chaos to the masses. A cannibalistic cycle of epic proportions as two entities devour each other. Primal survival of the fittest against those different that ruin our way of live. Sadly, this savagery drives an innate will for destruction of the human race. Hope lies with the next batch of wayward miscreants; we pray these miscreants can change the world. Children are the future, but they’re screwed by their superiors. Check the recent news of an Ohio kindergarten teacher with a disturbing fetish for children’s bathrooms. Character flaws are throughout each country and culture. Muslim crazies continue the usual degenerative massacres, Nigerian women are still missing or oppressed beyond comprehension, Egypt has amateur porn performances near the pyramids and Iran handles discrepancies with a literal eye for an eye. It’s crazy how weirdness ensues in a supposedly advance society. What do you expect? We’re only human, right?    

Let’s not forget the stereotypes we’re pulled by our strings to play. Though our makeup is genetic, ideas and influences are the strings for human puppets. No matter what race, ethnicity, religion, gender or any other social background–you have one to fulfill! We’re born into this then groomed through our development. Doubts arise from this farfetched idea because our egos demand we’re more than another batch of miscreants. Nevertheless, you have to be somebody…being nobody is out of the question! Activities of the daily grind sustain us for an amount of time to verify meaning; we’re searching for value by a dim candle in the darkness. Observations like these actually make you ponder about the world’s damnation. Honestly, too much thought on it could send your mind spiraling down the toilet of insanity; another useless turd flushed into despair. Don’t expect any rest soon—there’s no rest for the weary. Wash, rinse and repeat!

You remember when I said how I was gonna explain about life, buddy? Well the thing about life is, it gets weird. People are always talking ya about truth. Everybody always knows what the truth is, like it was toilet paper or somethin’, and they got a supply in the closet. But what you learn, as you get older, is there ain’t no truth. All there is is bullshit, pardon my vulgarity here. Layers of it. One layer of bullshit on top of another. And what you do in life like when you get older is, you pick the layer of bullshit that you prefer and that’s your bullshit, so to speak.” – Bernie LaPlante

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