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Lies and deceits have superseded, it has succeeded in being prevalent and ever since it has grown rampant and from the looks of it, it appears as if it cannot be impeded.  It seems too potent, too dominant.

 But for the normal working man, the enslaved man, the poor family man, it seems like it has taken its toll, just like it was foretold, what can he uphold? He worries and cries, but to what goal?

Poor tormented soul, his soul was sold the very moment he was introduced to this black hole of a world. Now grown up, these are his troubled companions, a repetitive visitor, his everyday thoughts, his worries—now let’s give it some thought and perhaps this could be something to reflect on:  the many overly priced tolls, petrol, car prices, house prices, road tax, income tax, insurance, accidents, traffic jams, introducing GST, bank loans, bank interests, bills, bills, bills, crazy drivers, restaurants, food prices, groceries, meat, to eat, to feed, to nurture and lead.


All of these deeds, stems from greed, the devils seed has flourished; it sucks the souls of men and empty their dreams, turning them into farm animals akin to sheep’s. A brainwashed society, a shallow and superficial community; filled with disgruntled selfish people wandering aimlessly, meekly, sheeply, wondering on the source to their misery …what a vicious cycle. What can you expect from a third world country? How about some humanity? Put a stop to capitalism, cronyism and just evil misdeeds?

 When will we start to understand, that life is not about accumulating wealth by oppressing and wronging others? It doesn’t work that way, son. Happiness doesn’t work that way.








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Often seen as cold, bitter and distant but in reality is cool, sweet and not very distant..haha Sometimes I feel like saying what Kierkegaard said, People understand me so poorly that they even dont understand my complain about them not understanding me. On the other hand often I assume of understanding people i guess its a given or an irony or something else..depends on how you see it..
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