morbid mortality

i feel like i've been in a coma for eighteen years and i'm just now realizing what it feels like to live. i mean really live. fuck your routines. they're not gonna save you here. it's almost like a bad b-movie where you know what's going to happen next even before the score starts to build to an f-minor pentatonic scale, but you watch anyway, your eyes adhered to the screen. why? because we are a culture that loves to be wrong. we want to see the abortion happen without complications, but we want more to see the whore of a mother die in the process, proving that wholesome thoughts only appear in the nightmares of politions. why? because that would make our initial good-natured ignorance a waste of our time. so we root-root-root for love, justice, and that brave little toaster. because, well, nothing is worth never having to be wrong.