Tuesday, March 18, 2008

The dark side

I hate Americans. (oops, emotional words again.)
In such a miserable world full of sorrows, children are crying for food, dying everyday, being slaves and prostitutes; monks and civilians in Tibet demonstrate for freedom, fight for the rights to live with pride.

And the only thing you care about is those cold-blooded greedy traders are gonna lose their jobs in the New York City, have to move out the glamorous building in Lower Manhattan? You make me sick.

The world is going to collapse. Let it down, let it down, let it down.
I sing the children's song ironically cheering.
Since there's no more hope for me, I cannot be happier that the world joins me.
Welcome to the dark side.

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