ira is for anger

Once upon a time, there was a world full of contrasts and colors... Now it’s the same everywhere you go, or it soon will be.

And don’t tell me it’s all for peace’s sake because that’s the most aberrant lie of all. It’s all for profit of some sort.
Everything that the world is doing, even when it claims to be ‘helping’, is in the hope of getting something valuable in return.

Nothing makes sense. Not one damn thing.

They keep sighing in wonder over the ‘internet revolution’ and how the world is now better connected than ever - the ‘wondrous’ virtual community... But what it really looks like in the detail is a barnyard of mumbling, screeching and cackling parrots everywhere. People feel that they’re free because they can express every stupidity under the sun and no one is allowed to stop them because of freedom of expression?

If freedom of expression was a person, I would shoot him dead in the head. You think that's violent? It's nowhere near violent enough for something so intrinsically destructive of the mind.

There was always a fine line between repression and freedom, and that line could be crossed through one extreme of either one. This so-called freedom of expression supposedly enjoyed through the medium of that wondrous internet revolution is now little more than a giant bubble of continuous noise. The consequence? Chaos of thoughts and ideas. No one can tell truth from lie because there’s just too much noise and no filter allowed whatsoever. It doesn’t help that a CONTROLLED media was heralded as the Speaker of Truth.

I can’t help but look at people in general these days and be reminded of those geese that are fattened in factories until their liver explodes. Isn’t that what the majority has become? We are so drunk on commodities that we can no longer find the strength to walk away from the poison even if dear life depends on it. We’re rather keep getting our liver fattened till it explodes.

Like geese.

Maybe I’m a freak of nature for a reason. Maybe there would be no reason whatsoever for me to exist if I was supposed to accept everything without ever questioning you and your neighbour.
And myself.

You think it’s crazy to question what thoughts are really yours and which ones aren’t? Think again.

I'll keep questioning everything till I start bleeding from the ears if I have to. Why? Because there is NOTHING ELSE worth doing in your reality.