Everyone knows the rules. But we all break them.

One, two, three, four times a day. Each day. Each moment. We conjure up the manipulations of time and space, mixed with a raison malt, and we never thank the one who made it for us. Thanks.

And I was just looking at the carpet the other day. How often do we find the time to stare at that which we place our feet? Is it too low for us? One day a revolution will spark based on our shoddy treatment of the roads. All roads lead to Rome, so why not pet them as we do our own pets, and feed them baking soda?

So I watched the movie Battle Royale yesterday. It made me ask many questions. How could all those kids be in 9th grade? Why committ suicide when you could survive? Why not shoot anyone you see? It's every man for himself, so alliances are such bullcrap. I mean, it works the same way in Survivor. They just end up screwing you anyway, and you'll just become an aged trucker with a pulsating vein in your forehead. not good, kiddies, not good at all.



and the stupid main guy, shuyo or whatever his name was. Idiot. He had it going for him the whole time and he goes for "protection". Jees, when you got it, you better give it all day long. None of this stick shiznit. "oh i don't wanna fight". Psh, stop being a pansy and pick up the ice axe, dude. Go take a wak at your friends. they don't love you anymore. and everyone is just trying to poison you in the first place. cyanide is not good for your inside parts.



We all know this, so why are we so dumb?



Just keep smiling, Hazuko, keep smiling.