At night I listen to the sound of the animals, sleep has become a rare

commodity it seems. I understand now that there are no limits to what you are

capable of. You don't even see it yourselves, the news anchor on the TV set

talks in a neutral voice abou t rape, murder and this weeks weather without

change of tone-It seems that nothing matters as we close in on the turn of the

millenium, violence and commercial breaks has become the opium that used to

religion. Fuck you, mankind. You're so ugly, so vain. The language of

brutality is all you seem to understand, bloodlust as long as it's someone

elses blood. To fuck, suck, eat and shit. Breeding has turned into a pastime,

death as recreation...You are no better than a pack of hyenas, the sight and

smell of someone elses pain and misery makes you feel good, ensuring one more

day in safety, decimating the odds that you or someone you love is going to

get hurt. Well don't fool yourself, you're not safe, not in this world. All

you are is collateral damage, presumptive headlines, expendable meat for the

media hounds, statistics and forensic reports for some brainless fuck to drool

over on the internet. You are royally fucked.