Pressing Issues
A Series Of Sights
Part I


Dear World, March 3rd
- Times Like These weren't for the honest, good hearted citizens. Today's rot wasn't even for the already born hipocracy that drove the day to what it is. People just see the world as it is. Pure. Far from if you ask me.
- Sadly, my view isn't what drives the working force of the world. My "View" is only mine, and it's offencive to the country that they don't see. I wish I could show them but my political view isn't how the rest of their eyes see it. They see this country as a shining example of freedom. What Freedom? I guess the label is all you really need to get them rallying.
- I'm just going to have to keep moving on through my everyday life. My everyday bore. My everyday Hell. Tomarrows just another day in the office where I see people that I hate. People I despise. Beings I loathe. I'll walk in tomarrow and they'll all snicker at me. Tear at me from behind their paper walls. Well I can see through them! I see through their walls! But all I see is another excuse of a person sitting before me. And I, let it go.
- But I ramble. If I snap tomarrow. Show my family this letter. Let them know exactly why the pests of the world don't get to live. I'm bringing my gun tomarrow. But I don't plan on Using it. But the Flies. The bore, the Hell, The Scourge!