C'est le malaise du moment, l'épidémie qui s'étend

La fête est finie on descend
Les pensées qui glacent la raison
Paupières baissées, visage gris
Surgissent les fantômes de notre lit
On ouvre le loquet de la grille
Du taudis qu'on appelle maison

God, I'm totally into Placebo right now. And I'm thinking... I've read two previous entries, which were... ok, they were basically rants, I admitt. And in both of them I found this 'you-have-no-right-to...' phrase. What's with attitude? I mean... it's rather radical way of thkinking. Funny, usually I'm saying this kind of things when I'm drunk. Subconsiousness?
Yay, I will be the second Kira. And this world is rotten. Yes, I wrote something like this year ago, I still think like that, but you know what? I'm fascinated with this rotten world, and that's something new. And I guess I've really accepted this fact. No checkpoints anymore. It is hard though, and I think my growing more and more angry is price for living here and now.
Anyway.. Today I wrote two entries on two different portals, with more or less the same title and completelly different content.