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It is, and always has been, a mutual arrangement with The B.U.R.N.O.U.T.S. (Bemused Utterly Repugnant Nation Of Useless Tainted Souls™). They want nothing to do with society and society wants even less to do with them.

The Bemused Utterly Repugnant Nation Of Useless Tainted Souls™ carry with them false hopes, inconceivable aspirations and pathetic dreams of becoming something other than B.U.R.N.O.U.T.S. This is a laughable concept, as the establishment has greatly tipped the balance against their favor and made any chance of success as tedious and unthinkable as eating soup with a steak knife. But they continue to try and as a result, carry the heartbreak and bitterness of failure around with them forever as a form of turbulent motivation for their future dreams and/or their children’s dreams. Yes, oddly enough they are allowed to procreate. Mainly because B.U.R.N.O.U.T.S.ism, as it is technically referred to, typically skips a generation, giving society some decent, yet very embarrassed people. Imagine that both your parents and your kids are worthless.

For The Bemused Utterly Repugnant Nation Of Useless Tainted Souls™, the space of time between today and tomorrow is perceived more infinite and pointless than the same space of time for any other creature on the planet. These periods of time between today and tomorrow last weeks, months, years, and even decades for the less fortunate. Either way, it is a lifetime; a lifetime living in yesterday’s shadow reflecting on no tomorrows, a lifetime spent on the staging table of flawless failure.

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