A Liberty Statement-

 if a person- at age- has ever considered- worse than they can- there are only idiot intelligent familial abuse cycles that can accomplish pointless living- 

as if a newspaper is offensive- or typing "why am I hurting myself by thinking?" - they would - without empathy- choose to project their psychology around them- in sheer reflection that they don't belong- peacefulness in void and a reach for help left far behind addiction- not a human- no longer real to others- 

representatives of a lost mind- a blocking of kindness- a kind of living and surviving person- alien to others- in ways a person of kindness would never dare to low of- a kind of conscientious need that is a steel enforced attack on vulnerable feeling, rejected at the sight of love- no real purpose but to die. - and in fairness- a well deserved tantrum- 

we can thank lack of education and research by psychiatric laureates and a lack of ambition to use a trifold term called self love- held within the psyche of every human to even define a monster that wouldn't even protect someone else's child from their own profession - a nothing existence just to be left alone to die from a dose of drugs that finally fails to keep you insane enough to do it yourself.

abuse is a small word for abusers- 

abuse is also visceral when let to right-

a military man would sooner cut his own entrails and dump them on the curb than kill an innocent child.

thank you religious education and belief that a non-mortal entity will show itself - just to stop a simple mistake-

break the law again- it says - someone doesn't care the voices ring- they will never find out- they won't even ask (I suppose they might want to- maybe they care)-

no one actually cared- and that is the point- 

if there is no constant in social form to require consent without a need for a fight or flight- the law is a broken word- 

there is no term for God- and there is no protection - it is only us. and it is only a choice - right and wrong are no longer debatable- and agony is ringing in our ears in a sense that we may not be near it either-

to site a Buddhist monk - in a peaceful protest - when the protest got bad- he sat in a position of lotus meditation - dumped gasoline on his precious body- a thing he loved- no doubt- not only because he is a monk of Tibet- not only and not because he is a Buddhist and an enlightened to human suffering through the doctrine laid out before BCe but a lineage of men- families and people that believe a peace that is always there- it isn't exclusive- it is not yours- it never mattered why it was- 

you are an illusion to war-

you can disappear during times like these and your parents aren't allowed to care- they shouldn't even have to care-

survival isn't a point- and there is no purpose- it is just a word to point to something greater than it is allowed to be- 

you can exist in silence for the rest of your life and remain in a purpose gained at an evolutionary heirarchy- the difference in what kills you and what doesn't - isnt the reason you die- but the pointlessness of your death- there is no point in death- only realization-