Literary Works

Rebel

       What the fuck is wrong with you people?! Can't you see we're all going to die soon? Stop wasting your time on the internet reading AOL homepages and get out into the world. Go blow something up. That's a start. That's right, get off yor lazy asses and do something recreational. This is aimed to all you people who spend all their time inside on the computer, reading, taking naps, and being the lazy, rude, unwelcoming, shut-in who's a bad mannered host and at the same time an intellectual. You people make me sick. Get some exercise before your weak, pale bodies turn to nothing more than a pile of rundown, forgotten nobodies who've done one thing important in their entire pathetic lives but no one can remember or even recall in the slightest that for which you should have been remembered.

       At least there are people out there who get some action in their lives and live in the moment and do everything now. They don't care about anything else. They just do whatever and persue their small dreams. Even though their dream might not mean anything to you, it means the whole world to them and that's what matters. They make something of themselves. It may not be very becoming of them, but in the eyes of the people who they care about and the people who care about them, it makes them God. These people get out and do something, whether it be blowing something up or playing hackysack. Makes no difference at all. They're not wasting their lives away. They're learning and having fun.

       The world is dying. Humans are losing. We're killing everything. But I don't fucking care. Just live out your lives and make the world worse for the next generation. Keep polluting with your expensive SUV's. Keep talking on yor cell phones that were made in another country in a sweatshop where the slaves and little children are paid less than minimum wage or not even paid at all. Just remember where all your stuff came from. Go ahead and flaunt your money around. Might as well while you still can. Rub it in people's faces that they're poor and they suck because they're the scum of society and are at the bottom of the social hierarchy. They just might snap and kill you in your sleep. They just might bomb the shit out of your house, your car, your work office, your family. It's not that hard to build a bomb. People are stupid. Most people wouldn't know what to do if their car broke down. They'd call a mechanic when they could fix it themselves if they had much of a brain. But they have enough money to throw away and take it to a mechanic anyways. The people at school think they're so cool. Those popular, arrogant, losers are oblivious to the world around them. They make friends and break friends just the same. They have no feelings. They may think they do, or it seems like they can laugh and cry but it's all a disguise. They're fake. Artificial to the very last strand of hair they've geled over and over or dyed so blonde and curled so often. These are the self-proclaimed, popular, egotistic maniacs of the social hierarchy. They don't realize that in the eyes of everyone else they're just an annoyance. Parasites to the world. Sucking the fashion and beauty and all they want to know and learn, which isn't much at all, out of the lives and sacrifices of others. It's a contest to them. The most arrogant, unfeeling, ignorant, immature, rude loser of them all comes out on top, or stays at the bottom of the pile of shit. Life is like a pile of shit, it's better to be on top than the middle or the bottom. Spit balls are so not cool. I say, ignore those who feel as if you should die or have you not step within a five feet radius of their popularity and coolness. Ignore those who are ignorant and fit multiple stereotypes. I say, rebel. Rebel against society. Dare to be different. Be a leader. Don't be a sheep, a follower, just one of the crowd. Stand out. Stand out so much that it makes the popular people terrified of you. So terrified that they single you out and decide you're a freak, different and not human. Just remember, you're more human than they are. You don't judge a person just because they're not as you. They're androids, slaves to their egos, trying to keep up with every fad and being just as cool as the next asshole in line. They laugh at you because you're not the same, well you laugh right back because they're all the same. You understand what's wrong with the world. Everything is a popularity contest. You and a selected few understand what I'm shoving into your unrealizing thoughts today. Follow your dreams. Change. Be a REBEL.