sometimes the only thing that brings me down from a technicolour freakout over the
insanity that is existence is somebody else's pain, somebody else's heartbreak.
when it touches my family, my child, i am truly TRULY humbled.
yet the truth of it remains and i genuinely believe no life is of more value than another.
people all over the world die.
what is one more life taken, one small boy, to the mix?

well for one thing it's it's own tiny exploding universe of wtf?
it's proof (not that my atheist ass needed it) that while there may be something more,
it sure as shit is no benevolent loving higher power.
i need a sponge to fill my soul and soak up all this excess...
i dont even know what to call it.
i dont have the words, or the language to express it.
i just know that it's wrong beyond all reasoning.
and waste beyond measure.