Another strange day spent on nothing. Even in the company of my peers loneliness seems to be following me everywhere. I think I developed some sort of empty boisterous laughter - dead and cold like steel and it almost doesn't mean a thing except for it's existence. I have been made fun, ridiculed and mocked of for as long as I can remember, it doesn't really matter now. I can't be bothered by men and their foolish verbose. Life is too important to be indulged in too much stupidity, nature takes course so it can learn something, why can't a man's brain do well like nature? Let's just leave all the comedy to comedians, at least they're really good at it.

Most people take junk.

Talking about junk, I've also been noticing in an "ultra-perception" that no men - usually at my age - are bothered; what I'm trying to mean is the filth on the streets, I'm not just talking about the trash or the dog shit that nobody cares - I'm talking about the ultimate garbage: human garbage, the living feces. You probably meet them day by day but they usually come out at night. I think they failed as human being, I do believe so. I don't think they believe in the final moments of death - it is the worst part in dying those final moments. You can actually feel it if you think hard enough. But everybody doesn't think anymore, they just take it in what is shoved into them and put a silly smile in their faces.

Anyway...

I'm glad the rain has come...

The sound of thunder has been courting my ears like a sweet serenade...

"Thank God for the rain to wash the trash off the sidewalk."