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I will forget you like yesterday
                                                                A decade
                                                                                                                   You drift

You would like it to be about you
But the point is you never existed
                                         Only there is no more sun on the tundra
                                                                                                         52 miles later

                                                                     A ship wasn’t ever meant to sail so soon

Gone past five more lifetimes

It still doesn’t make sense

Purpose
Time
                                                                             The Journey without a destination

                                                      The sight is pretty miraculous to behold

                         Its a shame                                                                        Its a joy
                                                        Life forever meaningless in beauty.

Money/work/life

So I guess this has something to actually do with me. We all need money to live, it’s a fact of life. Money doesn’t buy happiness but I will tell you something, It does make the world spin round. The fact the majority of the world is preoccupied with money being everything doesn’t actually get me down.

I guess the point of this is I've come to the conclusion to start up my own business. Purely because I don’t want to be tied down into set hours and conforming to a life within 9-5 boundaries. I’m not saying I dislike my job currently, but I’m pretty sure I wasn’t meant to be on this earth Just to work.

I don’t really know what I’m trying to say. I would like to be finically safe, roof over my head, but to enjoy each day as it comes. Writing this down just feels more final

Rant pt deux

New Rant: Doing anything as justifying it as to meet new people just cements’ the fact that you are bored and unhappy with the people you are currently with. (Or your just trying to add more friends to be Face book page) I mean come on, it’s a blatant slate. Are you really that socially in-adapt that you need a forced situation to enable you to fabricate a relationship with someone you yearn describe as a friend?  I probably mean did all your old friends get boring? Or did they just leave because you became boring? Moral of the rant, you can’t go out looking to make new friends; I mean Jeeeze are you that desperate. You will just naturally meet people. 

Just a rant

Dear town: Please its a Monday, Its not sunny so warmish clothes are probably not a bad idea, when checking my balance I don't want to be greeted with some girl dressed in not for the imagination , skirt blowing up into her face while she is crouching down to take a piss by the phone box. Maybe I'm being a bit old school there, I mean nothing getting me going more than a slag taking a piss. Then it gets strange like her friends start cheering, like are they making pissing an Olympic sport? The girl then had the cheek to push in front of me in the Que, politely I asked "fuck off to the back" The reply "Im shit faced, Blah Blah, What are you doing later? I'm so hammered" Yes im sure if I use this excuse at alton towers people will understand. Another thing she couldn't even stand up properly. Complaining about high heels. News Flash no guys will ever look at the shoes your wearing and if he is, then hes probably not into you the way you want him to be. I guess this rant is nearing the end now, and this probably has summed up my day. The last thing I would like to mention is, congratulations to her parents, you truly have raised a god dam fine lady of society, with manners with im sure will get her onto Mr Darcy's table for evening tea and crumpets. 

Work?

So today I’m sat in work
Sat inside a un-enjoyment reality
What makes reality?
Should I ask what regulates it?
Thirty years later
What will I have?
A long service in satisfying my misery
Quitting work?
Maybe
It’s just a means to an end
Putting holes into fabrications of normality
Pity
I’m ashamed of this
Freedom isn’t free - a misconception perhaps
Lights camera action
Make the world of what you will

I saw this picture earlier. Just reminds me of the masses. The house which you work for with you feel so secure in, is just a broken reflection of a broken life. A house makes me feel insecure about being secure. Rollins said home is where you hang yourself. Sort of made me wonder, where is home? What even defines a home? Four walls, a deed of paper, bricks and mortar? Even if you could tell me it would only be your opinion which I would be making a judgement on, it's likely you already taken your definition from another. I would have to form the opinion myself. It would be interesting to hear other peoples opinions, even if it is contradicting what I've just written.

People

I love how the world feels obliged to tell you how you should be feeling. People telling you its not love, telling you its right for you to be angry, even down to you should be hungry. All the support people try giving is never for issues your actually having just the issue that your expected to be having trouble with. I guess I'm alittle frustrated so this sentence structure's has gone out the window. Essentially I know how I feel so don't patronize me with your support.