So many dead souls. Why? Because the soil is dying. What keeps the soil alive? Truth. But no one cares. It's all about winning, or power. And the powerful do not like truth, because truth is often inconvenient. Everyone is obsessed with learning a language, but they learn it to lie. Never to tell the truth. 

  Keep on lying. To make money. To win the game. To climb up the social ladder. I shout from the bottom of the hierarchy. "But who the fuck cares."  Once you're dead, you go back to the soil and then realize you have nothing to offer; Just lies you spat out to deceive the world and yourself. Death is eternity. Life is only in the now. And if you choose to lie now, you will never find truth. The lies you create accumulate in your body and soul, and it will take years to cleanse them. I should know, because I have spent over 20 years cleansing my soul. 

  I stop expressing my feelings. Its not worth it. It's not worth the hassle. They won't notice it. The beauty of it. And if they do, they will think of ways to exploit it. That's how things are. For a mediocre mind, at least. They do not have the courage to face their own truths so all they think of is how to exploit the others' truth. Being good is often an escape from reality, a mask you wear to avoid the truth. I condemn the good as well as the evil. That's why I have no comrades. I'm too strict, they say. I'm quick to make enemies. They show love to absorb what little I have, and I tell them to fuck off. 

But solitude feels safer. The good people are as dangerous as the bad people. Because they are not used to be seen. Haven't you seen Dogville? 

  People seem to rely more on religions these days. Probably because facts are evading us. It's hard to swim through so many lies. Its like billions of sperms swimming to the only ovule. Only one will survive, rest will go down as nothing.

 Is that why all men seem so angry at women? I wonder. Because the egg is the only thing that give meaning to their never ending lust? And if they dare to show the truth, no one would open their fucking legs? So they have to embellish themselves with lies, or power, and then one educated feminist would see through their vanity and ask them, "Why are you so empty?"  

 And hey start lashing out at feminists, as if feminists were ruling the world and starting wars. Reality : far from it. 

Why are they so empty? I still ask myself. Because no one saw them as they are? 

And since I see it, they feel angry at me, perhaps.  I take that anger as a form of love. To be seen as is. That's what we're all asking for,