S        t        u        p        i        d

 

The revolving evolution of the human psyche

dead in my hands as it comes tumbling down,

all headaches and nonsense thrown everywhere

weak that I am I am still strong.

 

What sadism they produce upon our poor souls

and expect us to follow in  stupid moronic fashion.

 

Repulsive and insulting it is,

they really want to get rid of us.

 

How thoughtfully evil of them.

 

5th March 2000 -- 5:18pm

 

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