The Sex Facade

We’re born into life and the doors are shut. Windows do not open for the pointless. The game players, the Sychophants, the humans. And everything we do is dictated by chemicals or subconscious thought. Love? temporary insanity marked by the increasing flow of oxytocin. As with all other emotions. The basis is repeat. Repitition makes life. Here to there and there to here. Death, rape, torture, all part of the daily scheme to try to die. I realize im a human too and it tears me up inside. Then again thats only chemical reactions. I can face utter pointlessness. I can face the chemical reactions.  The sex as a high point of life. From liars to murderers, sex rules everything. Have babies?

The goal of life is a rotten  child? Therein lies the fun of life. Make something else grow up and you’re happy! Whoever programed our minds is a fool. Rotten, Dirty, lying fool.The idiocy from the average person spewing sex tales. Talking 9-5 about sex. Bragging when they’re next having sex. Its like acid burned into my ears. And its “You’ll never realize, you haven’t had it, you don’t even have a girlfriend” Well ‘Love is a case of anthrax, and thats something i don’t want to catch’. See how empty you feel going one day without thinking or talking about sex. See how wrong it makes you feel to be one out of 6 billion that isn’t currently thinking what can be stuck in its crotch or what it can stick it in. See how freedom kills your mind. And pressure is the bullet. How words are spit and NEVER listened to. Lessons NEVER learned. IGNORED and defiled like a common street thug. How thoughts are scrawled on pieces of paper to be burned! So go on, with your sex, talk about it all day. Wax my ears shut. I can’t hear it one more second.