people say im very free, but i'm wasting my freedom away, rotting. and there's always something else to do, but rotting's such an easy way out, it's just plain rotting rotting rotting, the ol' smell of idling away and doing everything destructive and nothing enriching to save your dear soulzxz and nothing constructive to save your pretty ass and nothing to save your delicate fragile bodies and nothing to save your wisp of a life. bye bye.

i just want to be away from that crowd but they want me to join in. and they drag me in, and i just spend my time there, and i come out. you don't take animals out of their natural habitat to play in a circus, and you don't make them keep on playing in the circus, you don't because that's against all moral conscience and goodness and righteousness. but some people just specialise in that sort of lucrative business of torture. they hack young elephants' foreheads with metal and we ride on them, and they whip horses to make them run faster. you think its very funny to watch lions jump through rings of fire but after death they can strip the skin and hang their heads upon the wall. and they feed horses to lions. and dogs to humans. and tonight the animals will scream and groan and roar in agony, and tomorrow there will be more sorrow and grief. and humans treat humans the same way too. tonight someone will die and a couple will quarrel, and someone gets raped and someone loses a leg, some children will be kidnapped and are in ransom, and parents abusing their kids, and kids leaving home. who can list all the things that will happen tonight? come tomorrow and it might happen to you. you may die and you may quarrel and you may get raped and you may lose a leg and you may be kidnapped and you may be so angry you leave home. humans feed on humans. that's why you must be wary and be on guard against that crowd. but don't bring harm.

i need some therapy, aroma, or retail, or counselling, or whatever.