I don't know how old you are, but for me, I can feel how living brings me closer to death. My idea is that if I stopped living, I would probably never die. Maybe this is the secret of the great old ones.
But seriously, don't you sometimes feel it's a bit lame to work 40+ hours a week in a job you don't want, only to get enough money to be able to support a family, have children, that will then do exactly the same fucking thing you did? This system of accepted slavery we established is slowly killing me. I am an empty husk trying to distract me from the reality that I spend most of my life in a treadmill pushing some exclusive members of our society higher up the dirt mound. But that's not all. If I look below, I see other, even poorer souls, pushing me up as well, and below them, an almost endless chain of bodies, each more filthy, hungry and more desperate than the last, frantically pushing the whole stinking mass uphill.
Also, hemmorhoids, they fucking kill me.
