In the annals of time, we will be judged harshly. Rightly so. We’re all but mealy maggots to the slaughter. Corporations. Global Warming. Reality Television. Tramp Stamps. Sports Utility Vehicles. Pete Wentz. Possessions. Christianity. Fast Food Hamburger Obesity. Internet Pedophiles. Shat Emo Bands on the Radio. Brittany Spears. Kevin Costner. Norbit. Wal-Mart Guitars. New England Patriots. Hood Rats. Methamphetamine. Pizza Hut Cheesy Bites Pizza. Credit Cards. Myspace. Oprah’s Book Club. Mini-Malls. Welfare Mothers. Eastern European Immigrants. Astronaut Diapers. Jerry Bruckheimer. W. Metallica in Therapy. School Children with Guns. DMV, Homelessness. Microsoft Vista. Huge sections of Anime in Book and DVD Stores. Lindsay Lohan. Bill O’Reilly. American Idol.
Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but the end is near, my friends. As we hopscotch through this dark valley through the shadow of death, I, found a light at the end of the tunnel. The light is something beautiful and like me. I went to that light with my truest heart and I came back with a smile on my face. No words can describe hitting bottom like I did. No words ever should.
Instead, I’d like to say that the bottom had its benefit. Life needs to kick your ass and train you to be smarter next time. Life is the oil that Mobile raped. Life is the expiration date that the Mayans predict. Life is the expectancy that we’ll find our true potential. God’s cruel joke is that that potential won’t be experienced in this life.
The heart is a terrible thing to waste. But the taste of a heart is even better if bitten at the right time. The idea of true love evolves with we monkeys.
Maybe Nietzsche was right when he said that the real Supe was a human who has battled modern values and overcome the flaws of humanity. Maybe we’re all “supermen” possessing that great potential. Maybe god is within us all and “He” helps us find that potential.
And Maybe I’m just full of shit.
Off to Shade’s apartment.
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