Halo

Walking down the dark alleyways of downtown. Warm night air creeping against my face. Laughter in my smile but sadness in my eyes, I could hear the soft screams of lovers through the out-pour of open apartment windows. Is that all that we were made for? To feel the desire to be apart of something, of someone and to feel skin on skin underneath a well used bed cover. Is it love that we seek, or the pleasure of animal behavior. Isn't that what whores are for. Aren't we all afraid of loneliness? Desperately seeking attention, consumed with this idea of beauty. The whole fucking world revolves around attractiveness and beautiful people. We fucking hate it, but we can't help but admire and change ourselves to be it. Is it self satisfaction that we're concerned with, or to be satisfactory to other people? I think we change ourself to satisfy other people just to be self-satisfied with ourselves. Think about this; who gives a fuck what other people think about you. If looks is your only concern, why the hell does it matter if someone doesn't find you beautiful. Give a big middle finger to the shallow dicks whose vanity goes as far as jacking off to their mirror image. 1

The basic answer to all those questions is...there is no fucking point to life. You live a life of insecurity and self-fulfillment, only to find that it was worthless. If child-molesters can get away without going to prison then this world is going to hell. All the hard work you put into serving would've been in vain once you've found yourself beaten and bleeding out in the dark. Fuck it all...I'm out.2