June 2011
Life?
Why is it the more I try to understand the material world around me, the less I know?
What’s “real”?
What’s “fake”?
What’s “love”?
What’s “hate”?
Being real is the new outcast in our fake societies view of “living”.
Being fake and careless is the new real.
Being in love is the new most unwanted/feared emotion.
Hating on everything and everybody is the new form of showing love.
Am I the only one who recognizes this?
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