How could I sway if my hair is tied back with a cord of paper clips that mock me with winking eyes and sakura-patterned wings that flaps and sends messenger winds to blow despairing tears to all corners of the street where bikers go at noon and rapists come at night to get their dicks sucked and their brains fucked by blackholes of corruption that's everywhere now even in middle-aged mothers' wombs that gyrated to wet babies' breath long ago but are now silent and mute and unmoving however you prod at them with knives.
Ugh. Sounds very twisted. I dunno anymore what I was thinking when I wrote this… but it DOES sound like something that I would've written during PMS days…. >.<
You know why vanity is considered as the last of the seven sins? Because vanity is the reason for humans' doom.
Why did the Holocaust happen? Because of Hitler's vanity.
Why did the Rape of Nanking happen? Because of the Japanese's vanity.
Why did (and do) oppression happen? Because of a nation's vanity.
Why do domestic abuse happen? Because of men's (and mothers' and fathers') vanity.
Why do wars happen? Because of our vanity.
Why does poverty exist? Because of vanity (and lack of compassion).
Why does discrimination exist? Because of our vanity.
Why does the caste system exist? Because of our vanity.
Why can't we love others unconditionally? Because of our vanity.
"Where is the love, where is the love, where is the love…"