As I sit here today with the barrel of a .357 caliber revolver which hollow point bullets have been laced with some type of highly poisonous liquid on it's shining surface, I pull back the tight metal piece set in at the end and I realize that with all the horrible images of poor starving puppies and humans alike, there is no end. This world is an endless cycle of torture of which some can escape by owning large sums of a worthless substance. It is a circle made only of suffering. Life is no roller coaster, it is a cycle. There is no hope for some, no despair for others. There is no life in essence, just a blank pallet of pain.