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It's when your life is consumed by a job that you hate but you can't quit because you bought a house and owe $100,000 to the bank that you sure as fuck aren't going to pay off working at Mickey Dee's, so you just say 'fuck it' and keep droning on and on and on just like the utterly filthy mass of people who have finally gotten used to the fact that they hate their jobs and the only thing that makes them happy is when the clock hits that special time when they can finally fucking leave.....it's like an 8 hour prison, one we're all destined to serve time in for most of our lives until we grow old and feeble and can't do our jobs anymore, so they throw us out on the street with a few bucks from a pension that you have to spend within a certain amount of time or else the bank will take the money that is rightfully yours and busted your fucking ass off for.....reality isn't pretty.....and people ask me why I take drugs to escape my problems...maybe it's just a way of slowly trying to accept that your life has been planned since the day you were born. School, more school where 90% of what you learn you won't ever use anyways, work, work, work, and work some more, then enjoy what you can when your back is shot, and the cartilage in your knees is gone, like sitting and waiting to die. One day I'll break the chain, or we'll all get nuked and none of it will matter anymore. I hope your brain doesn't fry from excessive run-on sentancing and stupid rambling that no one will probably give a flying fuck about.
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and how... but if I kill myself, I'd miss out on an entire life of being arrogant, wierd, irresponsible, and stoned.
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schools arethought factories forming yourmind in to a box marked you at the end your ship out to your preaproved idealistic career who really runs the world you me or the people behindthe scenes
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schools are thought factories forming your mind in to a box marked you at the end you're shiped out to your pre-aproved idealistic career who really runs the world you me or the people behind the scenes sorry about the terrable spellign maybe I should have attended more thought boxing
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until I shoved a pipe bomb in the toilet tank
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what's it to you?
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