in pursuit of emptiness...

yet another birthday, to prove that our lives are shallow and we r in search of emptiness... and that there is no god, no compassionate one, no one who cares... jus have to get used to the fact... its high time now... do i have infinite words of wisdom at 27, no i dont. do i have anything to say, no i dont. do i know anything from the previous day, no i dont. birthday or no birthday, life is always the same... hello darkness my old friend, i have come to talk to u again. the serpent seems to care more than the saint. why do people make innocent children believe in god? how can people be so cruel to do that? how can they program them to think so? why r we so heartless? so selfless so as to believe that we cant take care of ourselves and that we need an infinitely powerful god to take care of us, when this being cannot take care of the world around us. somehow i have this feeling its not going be long before i go now. i know i don have much left, my body hurts, it feels like i am wearing a suit, my tremors are worsening, breathing is becoming much heavier than normal, having severe chest pains, weakening joints, and finally the new symptom to worsen the tragic comedy nose bleeds. i just got to move on, maybe i am wrong maybe i am gonna go at hundred or at a hundred and twenty. i just want a factory. maybe a couple more than one. makes me smile. nothing like a manufacturing unit. the synchronisation. the rythm in the noises. its just beautiful to stand in a factory and hear everyone work towards a single goal... k, i have to go and get back to work. enough of ranting...