phase four and a half of my life: i'm actually redesigning... a reprogram if you will. a mega-bitch and humanitarian. i'm really so over shallow stupid whores willing to sell every part of theirselves and if they had a soul or mind i'm sure they'd sell that too. empty worthless people. not really even quite people... just wastes of humanity with missing vital pieces. logic, humour, tact, anything. these beings have nothing i want and i feel like i have everything they don't want and yet they're still sucking me dry of it. strip clubs are bad for you. and that is pretty much it. another drug, outlet, whatever. that feels pretty good for about an hour but i know from experience that nobody really comes out on top. you're lucky if you ever make it out at all, and when you do, if you're not at rock bottom. it doesn't matter which side you come from, either. customer or dancer or whore or dj or bouncer or anything. we are all there for the same things. our insufficient lives have left us empty and hoping for an outlet. we stare blankly at beautiful naked women and no longer see any beauty in any human form. i give up.