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Galactonug30 karma

Eye on the TV, 'Cause tragedy thrills me, Whatever flavour, It happens to be like; Killed by the husband, Drowned by the ocean, Shot by his own son, She used the poison in his tea, And kissed him goodbye, That's my kind of story, It's no fun 'til someone dies,

Don't look at me like I am a monster, Frown out your one face But with the other, Stare like a junkie, Into the TV, Stare like a zombie; While the mother Holds her child Watches him die Hands to the sky crying Why, oh why? 'Cause I need to watch things die From a distance

Vicariously I, live while the whole world dies; You all need it too, don't lie

Why can't we just admit it? Why can't we just admit it?

We won't give pause until the blood is flowing. Neither the brave nor bold. The writers of stories sold. We won't give pause until the blood is flowing!

Vicarious-Tool (excerpt)

Edit: Added punctuation; since it seemingly can't format without being obscenely long.

Galactonug5 karma

Damn I knew all that but never even thought about it. One can't really exist without the other.

Galactonug2 karma

OMG it's you! Hey I actually don't think I have one. Just wanted to say respect. I come from a line of journalists/writers/community activists on one side of my heritage and I know what you do can be tough and sometimes dangerous work.

If you desire a random question: What's your most memorable childhood story?