Random Boo

Now this societal disability was not necessary a conscious choice, but it has its beneficial delusion of rationalising advantages. We say ‘rational’, but what we really mean is, I do not want a mansion; I am happy with my cardboard box with twig fence accessory.

I guess ultimately, the average loner is alone because they can’t deal with being judged, but I’ll never deal with that, a bit like BT Customer Services; the fault is never with them, it’s everybody else that’s wrong”

But like with many anxieties, you can make many successful steps on the ladder but only takes one snake to put you back where you started. It’s difficult once you’ve been rejected.

I’ve observed people in bars, shops, and pretty much anywhere that these congregation of ‘oh you’re here so I’ll talk to you- the person that unless not conveniently placed right in front of me, I would not bother’ people take place. I often wonder just what it is you people thingies talk about?

Now I have, believe it or not, taken part in one of these fruitless tokens, and the topic of conversation was basically a series of questions for the interrogator to build an ill-constructed profile of me. However, this is not really, to me, a conversation, but really just an interview for the position of acceptance. Or forcibly trying to find a likeness or similar interest in the attempt to relate, which is, in its self, nothing more than an attempt to justify or verify the right to be themselves, whilst applying subtly with the rice filling questions like: age, origin, and name. Name being nothing more than a URL to what to them is you, the No Frills silhouette version of you that can sociably fit within the insipid background of their own selfishly personal world.

Democracy is like two foxes and a chicken deciding what to have for dinner; righteousness is distorted by the vote. By marches the band of fire and fury; logic sold for popular acceptance. You read the papers, you buy the brands, majority defeats minority despite the apparent truth. You sentence death and brainwash offspring, vomiting a growth of a production of bodies, into a politically ungoverned democracy of the masses opinion. You are an angry mob; you vend and vent your judgment for a momentary alliance of response.  You are the angry mob; a plague of ignorance. Two wrongs make a right in a democracy of an idiots vote. Torch his house and kill his goat, rape his wife and cut his throat, slay the cat and wear the coat, drown the misfit and watch her float. You are the angry mob; you’re a society allowed; you pursue aloud, you trail proud, as you perpetually follow the crowd.
It’s funny, how a political system that was set up to give you a voice, has rendered you voiceless.

There are one hundred and twenty five billion galaxies in the universe, each containing over a hundred billion stars spiralling aimlessly. It is here on one of these stars the floating corpse of a planet labelled Earth is staged; infected with over six and a half billion bewildered glorified monkeys. Every orbit of the star this godforsaken rock completes the monkeys run! Vomiting incoherent dribble pointlessly into cellular phones and purchasing high definition televisions, so they can observe other monkeys perform this pointless ritual of socializing. Obtaining bigger, faster, louder vehicles and bigger greater houses in the hope of attracting a mate, so they can spawn additional monkeys like bacteria and infest further still! On and on like a never ending circus performing, always performing, meaninglessly. This irrational, illogical behaviour is madness!
Yet despite this madness being apparent they chose to ignore. Their innate morals are inherited and their justice system dogmatic. They criticize law and complain unconstructively then follow regardless. They conceive concepts like evil to label sly motives and natural obstructionism. They put their faith in the penning of past and claim inconsistencies the work of a devil.  They claim a dice throw justifies a saint. They claim to be righteous and virtuously good, despite an egotistic anticipation of contentment galore. Then they condemn a theorist and start a never-ending war.