I must start with repeating my hatred for those who shackle any intention of caring in any slight manner of common acknowledgment, thinking that one could be so generous towards another’s opinion, without looking shameful. Let them be posed as the liars that they really are. It comes clearer to me each day that life commits no care in the situations of likeable nonsense of some deluded fool who could drink sorrowfully and says it’s all part of his humanity. Wrapping myself in the stench of others, stupid but yet helplessly loveable in there false approaches to what we merely see as a way of keeping our sanity just to be awoken the next day, unattached to one ounce of another’s sense of care for commodity. Even to my own surprise this cyclical motion never retracts and it leaves me only in a state of unwanted hysteria. Life as its little lie, preparing for the next false boy to creep his way back into my frontal mind of reasoning. Hypocrisy is an awful crime to any who share decency as essential, but yet this word rings through my mind like the troubled souls who let down such communal feeling in our lives, clinging together, waiting for the sudden break of those who try to pursue in beauty, poise and unbearable jealousy.

Melodically I find it hard to grasp any sense of one so particular to throw themselves to others with less care (in general terms), making themselves out as a symbolism of a characterised revelation. “See me and this is where we go”. An idea I have completely no trust at all with. Generously society take these images of people so brave, they can station themselves in others lifestyles so much, they become the dominance of something which could cause the most decent man to turn into the hideous monster that would cause an uproar in what society could only describe as a “justified sell out”. Piercing through days and hours just to make themselves feel accomplished in a situation where their choices become the only action which serves in this fuel fired outrage for a postmodern style of friendship.