a society, a system, where care, caring, to care, may leave one feeling isolated, in despair, a system, a sociopathic society, a sociopathic system, that may make you hate the system, the society that hates so normally, it's normal business, extracting life, death in life, where hate is the driver and the car is driverless. where the air leaves one, you in despair, where you feel exhausted in the exhaust of exhausted air, where the night shifts and smells of the factory hell on the inland sea, sulphur breath of the death factory, gasping stifled captive breath of occupation death. charlie snuggle minds me of mister when i wished he was small and could sleep here and carrying him home the last walk. a system that kills for a living that kills life that makes one you wonder what living is for what you're living for and you're not made of money and you're not made of hate and you feel made to hate the system built of hate that hates you while you were made to love.