razorshimmy

Have you ever taken a moment to consider how everything that makes you feel good can make you feel incredibly shitty in the same breath? If that's not the case, if you look at that statement and say, "Oh, that's not at all true", then you probably haven't ever really felt good, or thought about the things that make you feel good. Your probably like the larger portion of the world, particularly, as I'm ashamed to admit since I consider myself a patriot, America. We're terribly guilty of a lack of introspection. Everything that makes us the fine and powerful nation that we are is built on blood and hurt, and anyone who says otherwise is denying basic facts. The thing that seperates me from most of these people is the fact that I admit that my own comfort is constructed on the pain of other people. So few other regard this. If you like your life, if you feel happy about it, you have to accept that it's at the expense of others. This is the way it has been, since the creation of sentient life. Once single-celled organisms grew eyes and stopped reproducing through cellular division, they stopped thinking of things in singular terms. Things got more complicated. They began to rely on the discomfort of others to facilitate their own comfort. It can't be helped. The most you can hope for, at this point, is to make life comfortable for those they care the most about, and hope that it doesn't inconvenience everyone else too much, which it most likely will. The best intentions, at this point in human progression, is to hope that the single person devours as few single people as possible, making their own life as short and as noble as possible.

My body is somehow made of perfection
the greatest advance that can come of a thing
but somehow it still feels like something is lacking
How can a man be so wrong if he's been deemed the king?