Omnibus.

October 10th

"A single death is a tragedy; a milllion deaths is a statisitc." - Joseph "Stalin"
"The means is justified by the end." - Karl Marx

October 11th
Kharistitution:
For ever man, there should be freedom. I Believe in a gross freedom under a powerful government. However, each separate state would have their SPM, or "society perfection machine." What it would be is the large arm the protects the "stations" from being too oppressed. The SPM would be headed by whomever saw a problem with how the government ruled and wanted to change something. However, in order to change something, it would have to go through moral scrutiny by the people of the state, and also be approved by those on a larger scale, it would eventually have to be voted upon by all the states.

October 12th
SPM.com:
SPM.com would be a social and political networking website geared toward putting democracy back into the hands of the people. The SPM would be the intermediary force between the people and the government. The people would access this website and vote on different legislation, and whether or not they believe it should be passed. It would also be a website for people to bring up their governmental complaints, and their complaints about life in general. However, it will be prohibited to post complaints if the American people ado not find solutions to the problems. After they find solutions, they'd vote on them. If enough people voted a certain way on an issue, it would put stress on the government to act on the ideas, and psass the legislation that the people want.

October 13th

Since there always needs to be a lower class, we could easily appropriate a place for them to stay. We could give them whatever they needed and provide them needed, including education and the chance to obtain promotions. Appropriating them a place to stay wouldn't separate from their family. However, maybe instead of giving them a set place to live, we could track them down and set them up with a job, and adequate housing. Since the lower class sort of runs the world, supporting them and the middle class would be more of a trickle up economic system that would actually work.

October 15th

Crush the feelings inside.
First thing on the to-do list.
Second thing I'm going to do is leave the investigators clueless.
Far too far long have I dealt with retrospect rudeness.
The things I'm going to do today are going tie up all the loose ends.
In other words, the inner I is finally gonna’ to shut up and tell me "you win."
I write in my agenda filled to the brim with a devilish grin.

I plan on giving way to a much, much shallower side.
I plan on feeling dead, dead until I die.
Later on in the evening I think I'll plan to go to dinner.
I'll dine with my soul and later on, I think I’ll win her.
I'll domesticate and duplicate and then I think I'll tie her down.
But you could say I'm going too far as to take away her crown.
And then, the next day, I'm going to go to the coroner.
Get an autopsy done and check out who did the murder.
But it's not for me.I already know who did it, obviously.
It's more to get the emotional police off of my back, I must be free.
Then the next day I'll start anew full of holes and cracks.
Then later that day I'll get some soul and mortar to fix what lacks.
Although when you’re dead and gone you usually don’t grow back.
I'll patch up some of the holes, and clean out what’s left and black.
Follow the recommended procedure and begin to thoroughly pack.
Then the next day I'll walk like nothings wrong.
High strutting with chin up like I got a whole lot going on...

Inside, but the truth is, I died.
A natural death of natural causes, so I feel no need to cry.
It's doublethink at its greatest,
I know I killed myself but lately that's been the vaguest.
And the next day I'll begin to turn up to work again.
I may start to court my blind-eyed, fat friend.
And the next day, when I talk to her once more, I'll feel nothing but lust, as our bodies hit the floor.

Simply because I'm dead, of natural, natural causes.
I consider death by suicide the best of all the losses.
Just don't miss me, my soul's already long gone.
Tomorrow you can mourn.
But it's an empty casket, the body's nowhere to be found.

October 16th

Starshine, so bright, so vivid in my eyes.
From the screen showing lives, bearing no fine line.
There comes a bright light from right beside mine.
It shines forever, dying only when it's my time.
I've forgotten how to bottle it and hold it in my hand.
And I've mistaken its vast star space to be solely my land.
Control is something it slips and sifts through like sand,
And it makes my light rebel from my desperate, confused commands.
My light pulse is set to high now and rising.
The starshine's so beautiful, radiantly enticing.
It's opened my eyes to the art of realizing.
My light is a fire and its slowly sizing.
But still it only flickers, for the starshine is frightening.
Surprising like lightening, like a million moons falling from the sky.
It raises my alarms and makes it hurt to try.
Like four hundred suns blazing in the air.
Just her single starshine wouldn't fail to compare.
Shining strong and high above my pitiful flickering flame.
It sets everything ablaze around my tawny bronze frame.
To touch it, to touch it would surely burn me off.
But I love it so much I wouldn't mind the loss.

Finally.
My light built up the courage to reach out and touch.
Once out of comfort it flared toward her lust.
The starshine, it was waiting for me patiently.
The guards were down around her and the phoenix rode free.
From the sun to the stars in that room full of night,
It came back and kissed my shy, small light.

Then it left.

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Boiling rages of fourteen hundred suns.
An uncontrollable ambivalence, a tranquil sort of hostile take over.
Churning, churning, uncharismatic.
Totally spewing.
Crazy, conscious flailing.
The need to break something.
The need to break someone.And then the source comes.
The source makes the river, clashing and eroding.
Rock slide.
Avalanche from the silent voices of innocent looking facades.
Wondering if the pilot should give a FUCK at all.

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Trigonometry states that all life is fake.
Now, I didn't think that was right so I went back again.
I checked my textbooks and even asked a friend.
But all the answers around me all bared the same news.
Life is a fallacy forced, not a realistic view.