In this place it seems like such a shame.
Though it all looks different now,
I know it's still the same
Everywhere I look you're all I see.
Just a fading fucking reminder of who I used to be.
NINE INCH NAILS
ALONG WITH PERMISSION TO BE THE BIGGEST ASSHOLES AND THUS DIVORCED FROM ANYTHING HUMANE, OUR MASTERS EMPOWERED US WITH A TOTALLY FICTITIOUS IDEA OF WHAT IT SHOULD BE LIKE TO BE A MEMBER (IN GOOD STANDING) OF THE HUMAN RACE. . . TOO BAD FOR THEM IT WON'T DO. IT MAY WORK FOR A SECOND IF YOU ARE THE TYPE OF RUTHLESS PICKPOCKET THEY IMAGINE YOU MUST BE, BUT IT WON'T FOR LONG. FOR ONE, KARMA, DESTINY, LADY LUCK, WHATEVER YOU KNOW HER AS, WON'T ALLOW IT IN THE SCHEME OF THINGS. SOONER OR LATER, YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO RE-LEARN SURVIVAL, AND THE ALLEY YOU ARE IN IS ONLY A DEAD END, FOR YOU. GOOD LUCK TO YOU, AS THE IRISH, JEWISH, OR WHOEVER IS THE CURRENT CONTENDER FOR 'MINORITY TO BE WORKED TO DEATH', ARE WONT TO SAY. . .
But what you can't say, dear fellow travellers, is that you were not warned.
Someone, somewhere, must have cared for you just a little. . .
