Saturday, 11 January 2014

My greatest mistake

Wasn't trying. Wasn't hoping. Wasn't blaming God.

It was belief and faith. My life has been stolen. My existence made misery. My heart and soul attempted to be crushed by humanity's inequity.

These are little ways of explaining the consequences of my great mistake.

Like a fool, a blind stupid fool, I believed that humans were fundamentally good. The price of my error is a great price, one I'm learning to never make again.

Humanity's is scum. I won't work nor sacrifice. I've learned my lesson. People are scum and they do not deserve me.

- sent from my smartphone

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We It comes in part from an appreciation that no one can truly sign their own work. Everything is many influences coming together to the one moment where a work exists. The other is a begrudging acceptance that my work was never my own. There is another consciousness or non-corporeal entity that helps and harms me in everything I do. I am not I because of this force or entity. I am "we"