| User Name: | Angelmonster |
| Name/Nick: | Angelmonster! |
| Last Visited On: | May. 21st, 2002, 11:00:35, PDT |
| Registered On: | August 08, 2001 |
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| Homepage: | http://www.geocities.com/finalelysion |
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| Yahoo Handle: | UrzaMoon |
| AIM Handle: | ChibiOtakuAngel |
| Biography: | I shall share a GREAT quote by Nagash^.^()
It's sad so many people are constantly rushing to find themselves every second of every day, they speed down the road of identity so quickly that the person they find is no where near the truth, but something else. A stranger on the side of the road with a sheepish grin and two, comforting, open arms. The stranger can tell a person many different things, things like where to go, how they think you should be, but in essence, it's nothing but farce and mystery. This stranger on the curb of the attitude lets you think in radical up-front ways which sway you this way or that - making you think you'll be accepted if you take a swerve into the less average lanes. I'm not average in the least, and it took me quite some time to find out who I really am, I went down many roads in my brain searching for the right exit. I can't blame anything but stupidity when I see someone trying so hard to be cradled, to be loved, by doing something so loathsome and sub-human. It's freaking sick that society thinks that de-evolving is the answer in the quest for happiness, that they must lower themselves to a pitiful state to feel a part of something. That they think by filling themselves with sorrow, that actions such will find them ultimate acceptance. These people are full of s***. And it makes me sad, and ill to hear them whining to make their voices heard -- most of the time by larger species of the same genre with the same problem. Self-destructive force-fed misery making, and they comfort each other with sickening camp fire stories of whose life might be more horrid, always flailing to out-do the other, always kicking upwards out of the grim to complain louder, and then telling each other things will be just fine. If anything these people should be comfortable in the dark wet they create, like a newt or a bat evolves after living in the yawning depths of a cavern, losing skin pigment and accepting what they must do, to survive. But that's far from the case here, they thrive on it, thinking what they assume is pain makes them eccentric, makes them special - specially blind to all the other de-constrictive cones behind them who all appear the same. When false misery and compulsive sulking becomes the mainstream, this is the symbolic 'end times' to me. These people are slowly sucking the beauty out from the world, making all who know them dry and irritated. Maybe what society really needs is in the matter of a social circle holocaust? But that would be so drastic, and most of the time drastic measures don't phase the pseudo weepers all around us. I wonder, if they knew real pain, would they stop whining? What is real pain they would ask? Real pain is my friend's cousin being shot in the neck twice. Paralyzing her body as she lay there - bloody on the street whilst a gang of brutality shot her best friend in the head seven times. Near decapitation, all while the cousin lay acting dead seeing it all - pretending so she could live on and help police identify her dead friend's mangled anti-visage. Mommy doesn't love you? Boyfriend broke up with you? People don't like you? Find a real f****** problem or get over this heap of s*** you spout in daily routine. ~Nagash |
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