staxsilicon's blog: "wicked thoughts"

I feel like my minds been implanted, with this sickness by the planet, crying out screaming loud there's to many in this crowd my skin is cracking from the weight of this plane. my words they come out with pain driven to the edge by symptoms of society, the crumbling worth of our land of the free but everyone gets paid to slave, is there no way to save those that are just as important, the scrubs, stuck in the mud, all these parentless orphans running the street trying to eat but catching the heat from running a life of poverty, forced to commit robbery there are to many mouths to feed and way to much corporate rivalry. maybe if we could breath through this cloud of smog and see hard hard it is to come by a job if you don't have a piece of paper saying you made the wait till the day you are graded by government standards that are outdated and underfunded. Then in the end the poor are left with nothing while the rich collect our money through taxes and high priced services we are forced to purchase no matter how worthless, or we are not allowed to live in this land of the free instead we become criminals for our beliefs and create a rebel society just trying to live our american dream but we can't solve our own issues there are other people needing tissues don't get me wrong even russian, china, and vietnam are just scrapping along hungry kids in africa to the slaves of south america we all need a hero to end this night or a reset button for this planet right? the whole things wound up tight spinning out of control on a circular flight. no matter how hard I might try to fix my own life it just gets worse to whole universe has made a curse what could be worse? Death is temporary and still not the answer maybe through time I can relieve the pressure. the thought ocourred to me, perhaps I need the doctor to make my life better....