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Posted: November 1st. 2016 3:59:27 AM
Hate myself wanna die stick a needle in my i
Age Group: Adult
The human condition and behavior is deplorable. I hate my body and it hates me. I am handsome in a hypnotical mesmerizing way. People fall in love with my energy not my aesthetics, even though I'm tall almost 6ft I have golden brown skin hair and eyes. Tall dark handsom mysterious connected to the universal minds eye and already dead. A dreamboat guy who is honest sincere genuine but still humble with core values built in. I detest the behavior I have to commit to for human life. Mostly the way humans eat eachother still and deny that they are savage. We are all to blame for this. Buddhist Wiccan Christian Muslim Hebrew Hindi all human and all failing eachother. We all spend millions on killing eachother daily and refuse to help ourselves by helping eachother. WorldWar could easily feed and house every single human. We build bombs instead. One thirty million dollar weapon of war could house thirty thousand homeless Americans a year. We hoard and wayste and even the aboriginal tribes known for living in balance with nature eat people, and commit war. Humans are all damned, without exception. The uncandycoated truth is that if you are reading this you are part of the death of billions. Humans split the atom and in doing so we have likely destroyed the delicate balance of which we crawled from. Human nature evolved around killing eachother. We all exist today because in a utopia with limitless resources our ancestry chose the path of genocide and war. The "greatest generation" was tricked into releasing the beast. We have facilitated our own doomsday. I have no reason to believe that what good there is collectively about humanity can save itself or if it's even worth saving. I plan on going foreward to help as many humans as I can while here. Humans deserve to burn for their crimes against eachother and nature. I'm guilty too. We fragmented time and space to kill our own population, and we didn't learn our lesson. It's almost time for me to say goodbye ii think.
Author's Notes: I want to walk out into the desert and never return. Live out my life in exile. Perhaps meditate until I die. Perhaps transcend, float up into the air become shiney and disappear without a trace. When I transcend I am sure that everything I touched in this universe will forget me. That there is no record of transcendence because we are made to not remember that person or made to think they are dead. Forget me as if I never existed, remember i'm already dead. Please.
Author's Location: Albuquerque, New Mexico
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