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Its funny how things turn out sometimes, you see stuff staring at you in the face, but you choose to turn away. The last person who tried it died in a road accident. A semi was staring him in the face. So then its better to look at stuff in the face, even death. Its funny how these things work out sometimes.

Trying all our lives to do things that keep us alive, make us feel alive, but actually dying a slow death doing it. What hurts even more is knowing that it is, and watching it set it in. And then that light at the end turns into a train and you're glad. Maybe it will take you somewhere, but f*ck, no, its just heading straight for you, but you've already blissfully turned away.

So then what. I dont know. I dont f**king care. But I do.

The constancy of figuring out, living it. I hope the train is a fast one. It'll be over quick. Real Quick. Either Way.

-- The Author is not suicidal, he just thinks he's figured out stuff and that it should be written, cos its too good to remain in his head, cos there's too much there, and this is the good stuff. And good writers are not appreciated, cos there are better people to appreciate, like those genome mapping scientists. F*ck them. I did all this research by myself. Didn't get paid, and fucking nearly died in the process. And f*ck no, I'm not suicidal.