Dark Industry

Everything's sex. The way you dress, the cars you buy, the size of your p...lasma screen.
Is this our responsibility? Did we, as society, build this cult around sex? Indeed. Sure, we have needs; and I don't mind telling you: I love sex. I'm not anti-IT, but the problem is we tend to use things the wrong way. I don't like to live in a world where people buy clothes, go out and change the way they are around sex. This obsession even contributes towards anorexia, which means it's not healthy. Don't stop thinking about sex, but, if you may endure the effort, quit acting as if you we're going to get laid tonight, because you're not. It's Christmas, you morons!

Enjoy, I'm already belly-up by the fireplace waiting for company, sex perv-like. Pretty sexy and paradoxal, as always.

Merry Christmas.

Innovation

Unconscious, he dares to close his eyes and forget the world. And when I look at his face, smushed by her cheek, her arms around him, I know he's happy. That private smile he offers her, gives me the ability to look within him and understand his paradox. How can some conscious be happy? Is it possible? He knows the answer. And that's why he gives in at the end, delivers himself to her, willing to forget and smile, even if it's just for a moment.

That's love for smart people.

Boredom

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1:00 AM - Out Loud

Thoughts don't establish your social status, either politically or sexualy. That's how you act. Act normal, be seen as normal. But I mean, should we all just jump on the train and let it roll? Hell no! Let's all raise our fists and go march for democracy, Lenine-like. At least that's an option... Do nothing? I once met a girl who enjoyed doing nothing. I fucked her sister the next day.
And of course, "haters gonna hate", they always do. Just as much as I hate people who use sentences thought by others. Oh, that's me just now.
Pretty fucking paradoxal - my life.