She felt deeply disgusted. A sense of disgust pervaded everything. She tried to get rid of it but the feeling persisted like the ink of a bad tattoo under her skin. At times, all seemed worthless but in any case she still would stand and find all it was left of her soul. Wow!!...considering the last series of events and thoughts it would be good to at last/least have a beer...The inspiration of the uninspired and unloved also counts and contributes to soooociiiieeety...Charm, what a thing?! How easy, superficial and fragile?!. Real heartfelt interaction is not very popular nowadays. Many men and women are probably asking themselves right now: "Why the fuck do I lose my time trying to connect with others?" Also many might be thinking: "Why on earth do some people like so much fucking others in the head and heart?"It is unnecessary yet it is perfectly natural in a society with psychopathic tendencies, morbid urges, big egos and no understanding whatsoever.
Our lives are so full of labels that we limit ourselves and others beyond belief...Most of the times, what we are talking about when we discuss "love" is rather a fight for power. Power to control and subdue others at will and force them to adapt to very selfish needs and wants whether or not it causes them inmense pain. Also with "love" comes judgement when others refuse to be slaves. The idea of love is used like opium to keep us dependent and controlled. We live in the capitalism of emotions as much as in an ecomonical capitalist system. Love suffers from alienation and lack of class conciousness. According to some it must follow a model that is spoon feed to us from an early age. Fuck the system! Fuck its thousands of labels that separate and clasify in thousands of categories the human nature!...sheeps, sheeps grazing and emiting sheep sounds while the predators lead their predator lives feeding on sheeps but what if you are not a predator, neither a sheep?...What if you can see the movements of both and you know that you do not fit in either group?
Ohhh, what a state when feeling dead yet still breathing! The resignation of the Walking Dead ...yellow, her nails are painted of such a color...some consider it the color of death if I remember well...she loves it, yellow!!...logics or emotion...emotion or logics...Garak would say not to trust anyone...reptilian brains...Life is only word deep for some...What that actually means?...They do not realise the entire world attached to words and how words modify the biochemistry of others...
