Out Of Order.

Chaos. Order. Chaos rises from the order we desire to create. Slip one little block out and the whole structure crashes down, it's chaos. But when it's chaos that I came out to create, will order turn to chaos and vice-versa? Little changes mess up the "system".

This is supposed to be chaos.

It amazes me to see how many of us out there want to show the world we're hurt. Wanting to scream out, "Look at me...I'm sick, I'm twisted, I'm in pain, the world is not fair and now I'm not going to care about anything and I'll quote rock-stars and Dante and Tolstoy just to prove how I feel...LOOK AT ME!! I'M DIFFERENT." About as different as the other millions calling out the same thing. Is it because inside we are so lost that we'll take whatever little compassion we get? When did the world get so fucked up that we have to shout out in the hope that someone will say I care, even if they never mean it? We are all just looking for attention. Hungry little creatures, willing to be led to slaughter, just to leave an illusion of a mark. We forget, nobody gives shit about the lamb, there's always another one waiting in the pen.

The world is going crazy. It's not a good thing to be normal anymore. When in Rome...