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We need to streamline
the uselessness
of a life like this.
Cut out the fat
of the rat race.
Here I am sitting naked,
numb and bored.
I waste energy.
I consume.
I kill Nature.
And yet, how the fuck
can I be unhappy?
As an informed citizen,
I bear the burden
of a thousand worries.
I really worry a lot.
But I need to worry more.
Feel sorry
for som'thing.
When I kill
I know what I am killing.
I even know what the killing is for.
But what I cannot rid of
is the emptiness.
The bitterness that turns to hate.
