I'm in over my head in purple waters. not to mention i'm surrounded by sea of phonies, watching only for themselves, peering and glancing to get four more steps ahead. Rubbing out anyone in their way for survival. What is the correct common etiquette for social play? What is the written rules for social walking, and basic survival? I'm not suprised what these morons do to keep safe, amongst the bickering and conflict. They're eat each other up and infect like a bacteria, hidden from the naked eye.
It's depression probably, or just the restlessness, no kidding. I roam for hours, up and down the streets i grew up on, where in the day light it's energy is like photosynthesis, but its the night that really shows the colours of a modern age. The consequences for not obliging, for rising against what built up to be, line up in old blankets and in bags of alumnium cans, kissing the floor we walk on. Eventually, you'll have to give up and love big brother for the reminder of whatever life time. I've nothing to care about. I don't give a rat's ass for the conflict, and i'm too tired explaining these group of phonies. If it wasn't for the fact that i'm on this island, i'd get out of here. There nothing left for me here and life only remains as rubbish. No kidding.
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