Life is neither good or bad.

I can't help wondering whether or not we are living our lives in the way they were destined to be lived. The earth was not born brandishing buildings, social corruption and negativity. Just as a baby was not born carrying the political, social, stressful and hateful characteristics that were and are still being practiced and developed in the world today; in which many people believe they are in their rightful place, despite the contradictory claim of wanting to change the world for the better and causing more trouble and death in the process. Let it be said that if there were no legal system or law, absolutely no one would be afraid to kill. All it would take is a nudge from a foe. But who are you to define this as 'bad'? There is no labeling the pleasure of another due to your own distaste. I like psychedelic trance, but many do not. That does not make it a bad genre in general, it's simply not another's boat to board. Pleasuring my curiosity and interest with the misfortunes of lives lost in the hands of masterminds is not a degree in which one can judge the severity of its fashion; it's an interest you'll have to accept, and upon learning change is impossible, move on from.
I like to think of each word in the English dictionary as an abstract painting. It's obscured from its natural purpose, but it is up to the viewer to decide how this should be defined. Through personal practice of course, not raising Hell and asking someone if they have a few minutes to discuss Jesus Christ and all the "good" things he wants for us. Good is good when you know it is, not when someone else says it is. There is no ultimate definition anymore, because we've been lodged into different categories. Cliques never stop in high school; they elevate to higher and more powerful colonies. With these groups come different opinions, but it's your own choice as to whether or not you choose to crowd peddle. Do you define death as "bad"? You curse your own species with such ideas; death is nature, whether it was deliberate or natural in arrival. 
Some will die sooner than others, as a baby will melt a red river between its mother's thighs before birth, and an old man will die aged ninety six in his rocking chair, nursing an untouched bottle of whiskey.
With nature comes intuition; and unclouded choice of actions. That means not being influenced by a narrow-minded prick near you and actually choosing what makes you happy; what you believe you were destined for. So dare I say it once more...

LEAVE MYRA HINDLEY ALONE.


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(some other shite inspired this blog, not the unfortunate judgment on my innocent and sweet wife. but even so... leave her be. kTHNX)

         - love Alpris x