an' the hypnotic splatter

 
i say never be complete, 
i say stop being perfect, 
i say let... lets evolve,
let the chips fall where they may.

i felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every panda that wouldn't screw to save its species. i wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all the french beaches I'd never see. i wanted to breathe smoke.

you are not special. you are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. you are the same decaying organic matter as everything else, and we are all a part of the same compost heap.

 
how much do you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight?"

we're the middle children of history, man. no purpose or place. we have no great war. no great depression. our great war's a spiritual war... our great depression is our lives. 

you're not your job. you're not how much money you have in the bank. you're not the car you drive. you're not the contents of your wallet. you're not your fucking khakis. you're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

 

i am jack's complete lack of surprise.
i am jack's smirking revenge.

i am jack's wasted life.

i am jack's inflamed sense of rejection. 
i am jack's broken heart.

it's a bridesmaid's dress. someone loved it intensely for one day, then tossed it ... like a christmas tree. so special, then bam - it's on the side of the road, tinsel still clinging to it - like a sex crime victim, underwear inside out, bound with electrical tape.

this is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.