Incessant Repetitions

The incessant repetitions of this practical joke called life are wearing me thin. The "do this, do that or else" and other meaningless mantras of this world are nothing but the drones that become the soundtracks to our lives. Our minds are forever intertwined around ideas that never formulate to their full capacity. We busy ourselves with dreams of tomorrow while escaping the nightmare of today. Don't Worry, Be Happy. Whoever wrote that should be fucking shot. Life is a torture device designed by some force we can't define so we create a phantom, an elder avuncular figure wagging his finger at us, making sure we obey every one of his fallacious rules. He is the single most powerful person in the world, yet he doesn't even exist. I mean, if he did, how embarrassed would all the little Bible thumping orthodox freaks be if they found out they worshipped such a sadistic prick? We were given emotions and then given morals to contradict them. We were given bodies only to have them decay. We were given hopes so they could be smashed. We were given minds so they could be controlled. We were given hearts so they could be broken.

And I guess that's what it always ends up being about.