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Abuse the nonsense.
Opacity
January 30, 2010The meaning of this post is up to you.
The most annoying thing in the world: one’s conscience.
It’s endless. It’s importunate. It’s forceful. If it doesn’t drive you crazy, it will kill you.
Does not talking make me a liar? A sinner? An accessory to the crime? I cannot speak for great consequences may happen to them or to me, might even. But I cannot keep my mouth shut for my conscience nags me through the late hours of the night, and even the realisation of the morning.
I know more than the judge.
I know more than the victim.
And most condemnable of all, I know more than the suspect himself.
I saw nothing, I did not witness anything. But I have observed everything.
I am a riddle I must solve by myself. It bothers me that I am trying to shrug things under the rug for someone I thought I knew…until he did something so despicable that I now doubt his whole personality.
Things are changing as it seems. Or maybe they’ve been this way ever since and we just never noticed. Those you thought were good will be reproved. They’ll do things you never expected they would ever do, or ever did. Are they changing or are they just getting worse?
The most annoying question in the world: why?
Why would they intend such wicked things? Why? Why would they want to hurt someone? Is it brainwash or just pure sadism? Have they lost the definition of life, what’s right and wrong?
I know more than the suspect himself.
