As if bizarre festering bastard's cared that the porn they rent after beating their wives and rapeing their childrens' minds might care if a group of drooling Nazis can bring their nervous selves to consider sex long enough to make up some bizzare theory that it is the porn that destroys the verry htreads of our society. Not the dehumanizing corporate environment he is immersed in every day in a clockwork of collateral damages. They have created this for everyone short of their Gold List complete with a controlling deity, a lap dog media, and a pandering political machine. It consumes our very souls in a manner short of death, but longer than just our lives.
Food, Drugs and Sex turn into our cruel novocaine, numbing the pains we contract in our long hours in sweat shop jobs serving to further the corporate redundancy when we always had the technology to do all this and much more at the touch of a button. But we continue to kill ourselves in search of an American Dream that embodies not our fundemental freedoms or our diversity, but a level of consumerism so vile that it tears away our hearts forever.
But in our hollow minds we find the will to say, "I want to end this misery and torment," and in cowerdice we attack the nearest excuse of an enemy with power ten times over their own, slaying not only their children, but those who carry our true dreams on their swollen feet into a land so foreign. Our justice bleeds onto the sidewalks of others, never reaching our own sacred soil for our fathers paid so dearly in their bid to steal it not from those who under the verry eyes of the law would own it, but from every one, to which our home belongs, justice indeed.
The American Dream might as well be that of our get what we want at any cost effort to steal more stuff than the next man. In a world where people are killed over money, shoes, or even just for the hell of it, in a world so wealthy that every man, woman and child could live in peace, having a home to live, food to eat, and an angelic doctor, why would a corporation literally tell a dying person who only needs one twenty dollar shot to go fuck off and die? At the root of this question is the answer to all our suffering.
This was written by randomly dropping phrases and words into the text editor and writing sentances around them.