utter contempt for the monkey-race drunk and suicidal again the point which all writers must be and I realize; I hate people everyone silver-maned craggy faced oldsters sitting in decadent, anachronistic homes surrounded by their antiques and quilts the middle-agers comfortable with their high paying jobs and spouses and slightly mortgaged homes and 2.5 kids the post-high schoolers with their baseball caps and beautiful lovers that actually stay with them the standard-education kids with their dyed hair and control of the music industry I hate them all I wish I could just live away from all society, hit the big reset button and be the only human on earth but thats impossible I am a resident of the last decade of the last century of this millennium to survive I must eat to eat I need money to have money I need a job to have a job I need a career and I hate the 9-5 suit drudgery, and the learning process building up to that where you waste your prime years in dusty, overpriced, overcrowded classrooms and be told by some old bastard how to react what to say how to act what to think and you have to follow these rules to the very fucking letter, because the world is run by the dollar, the lone wolf belongs in the wilderness, one must conform or die, and that is the crux of my problems; school didnt break my spirit I am free in a world that is a prison and there is no escape conform or die! I guess ill take “die” cant fight the juggernaut, the god that all worship; the dollar the yen the ruble whatever the fuck one calls it, its all the same thing a multi-faceted Janus, with all heads pointing in the direction of the death of the spirit. I know I dont belong in this world, and I know there arent any worlds which I can inhabit, so I guess id rather die than sell my soul to the cookie-cutter masses, worshipping the god called economics