Friday, 5 August 2011

Death, death and more death

The recession. It's a big one. Death, illness and reduced life
expectancy will ensue as a result. And the misery...oh so much misery to
be suffer by so many for the mistakes of so few.

Psychiatry. The system which bent medicine from the beautiful thing it
is to the diseased profession. But perhaps it has always been such.
Death, death and more death. They can't even solve the fucking problem
of social disability and suicide. They just deal out drugs and frankly
good for them because drugs are great, but the patient doesn't know that
they're being drugged with things little different to illegal narcotics.

Death, death and more death. Fantastic! It is the only release from the
misery of the mortal coil. The dead are the lucky ones. The living have
to suffer...but luckily most are blinded to the suffering...their
responsibilities in life so cheaply bought away...their value taken
through their conditioning...their morals bankrupted by the systems
which kill us all.

Fuck this life.

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