Apathy, Nihilism, it's all the same

When you take into consideration what doesn't matter, you might want to kill yourself.

If I told you that you didn't matter, and you believed me, it could go one of two ways.

1. You would kill yourself.
2. You would become like me.

If you follow through with goal 2, then you can stand alongside Meidinger.

My post will be apathetic, nihilistic, and lacking direction from here on out.

A close friend of mine has a mother-daughter relationship that I find incredibly interesting.

Basically, her best friend appears to be her mother. That makes me happy.

Another friend of mine has a more traditional relationship with her mother. That also makes me happy. I personally want to thank both of them for the support they give me.

Another good friend of mine has been fucked over by the system, like that guy who crashed into an IRS building, but on a much smaller scale.

He has more followers than me on my blog. That's some crazy shit, but I hope he gets what he wants in the end.

Speaking of fascist states of the US system, I have 'dated' many girls who have had parents working for the system.

One had a mother who worked at the IRS, and her father was a mailman.
The following one's mother was the head of campaigning (advertisement/propaganda) for Obama in the Southern California area.
The most previous had a father who was a lawyer.

The system has been onto my love life. I better get off the grid.

Is it illegal to forge a death certificate?
Probably, but what else isn't illegal?

It's illegal to be in a park after sundown. Why? Because some mother somewhere raised a dumbass child who probably was eaten by a 'wild' animal. So how do we respond to stop this crisis from happening again? We strap a law onto the issue, and if you're caught after you may/may not die, you will be fined.

Woe is me! A fine!

Fuck money. It's horrible.

As soon as I receive money, I must spend it. The longer I have the money, the more I will obsess. It will keep me up at night, the demon money is.

We should give each other back rubs and sympathy for food and power.

I am sick and tired and my money's always spent,
and though their jobs are killing me, their money pays my rent.
The fuel of world hate, although it's just a seed,
but when it grows and flowers, it becomes the world's greed!
money for the rich, money for the fed,
god supplies the money and god supplies the dead!
And when yer dead and ready, "exploited" be thy name,
'cause after you have money things are never quite the same!
I don't care for money, and money's not for me,
the money fueled this empire and our racist history.
Although I'm forced to use it, the rules have all been set.
But life is not worth living when yer soul is in debt!

MONEY KILLS.
MONEY RAPES.
MONEY LIES.
MONEY HATES.

The individual known as Stza Crack has influenced a lot of my current ideas.