I just want to listen to music through the headphones of the globe, I'll mix their screams with the cries of laughter. I'll cross over from obese greed and drown it in tragedy. I'll take one shot to a building and ignore the millions of bombs we drop to compensate for our more expensive lives. I'll bask in the glory of being able to eat the African families weight, malnourished and all. I'll parade around in clothes I don't need, expelling exhaust. "everything i could say would feed into insignificance"

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I am no more an artist or creator, I am the bomb

Self destruct. "Misery needs company," is in pathetic earshot and I'd rather pull the trigger than hear some suicidal pleas. I think every weak human being should dissolve into the 'zombie' race so we can hack at your body parts legally.