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Author: I Am His Name	Added: Sep 26 2000	Views/Reads: 2570/2	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
One kid realizes that his generation is being run by a pop culture lifestyle. This is his journal. (Updated Almost Daily) Comments Welcome!

Monday, September 25, 2000 

“What sick ridiculous puppets we are / and what gross little stage we
dance on / what fun we have dancing, fucking / Not a care in the world 
/ Not knowing that we are nothing / We are not what was intended.” John 
Doe, Se7en 

Like I said, it’s the beginning. 

I started the recruiting. I recruited several people. 

Mike, John, Marcus, Alex... All my people. 

They believe in what I believe. They trust me. All of them serve a
purpose. 

Imagine, if you will, a world full of people that actually think for
themselves. Imagine, a world of smart filmmakers and musicians. A world 
where everyone is the same, yet unique. No MTV, no dumb movies. I’m 
going to make people think. We are going to be free. I’m going to help 
people hit rock bottom. We will lose all hope, together. 

Today, while I was at school, I could see the pitiful excuses for humans
walking past me in the hallways. I could see the girls who have giving 
head ore than once to more than one person. Those whores. They give 
pleasure and never ask for any in return. They don’t realize that 
one-day, they’re going to end up on the streets, giving more BJ’s for 
$10. Flash-forward, they’re on the street, some guy offers $100 for 
more than just a Blow Job, she accepts, she gets raped, but no one will 
care because prostitution is illegal. 

Flash-forward some more, some guy from the ‘in’ crowd ends up working at
the gas station, he’s the one who raped the prostitute. The police are 
heading to his house right now because of his past criminal record; 
they found some of his fingerprints on her breasts and thigh. 

These are the exact people we are trying to save. We have to get them
educated before it’s too late! Give them a book; get their brainwashed 
MTV mind fixed. As much as I despise them, I want to help them. As much 
as they tease me, I want to help them. And for you people who think I’m 
just jealous that I’m not in the ‘in’ crowd... Why would I be? Why 
would I be jealous of losing half my brain cells? Why would I want to 
smoke? Why? Why? Why? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? 

I’m sorry about that. I just got to tell you. I tried once, to be cool.
But then I realized what stupid morons they were. I realized, I NEVER 
WANTED TO BE LIKE YOU! NEVER! NEVER! NEVER! I’M TRYING TO HELP YOU! ALL 
OF YOU! LET ME HELP! YOU WILL FEEL BETTER! GOD DAMN I’M SO TIRED OF 
PRETENDING, I WAS WISHING IT WERE ENDING! IT WILL END! I’M GOING TO 
HELP YOU!!! I HATE YOU! I’M TRYING! LET ME HELP! LET ME--! 

Ahem... I must have lost myself in the moment. 

WHY?!


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