Streaming out

Kudos. Blarghen. Void matter. Splatter drat. Hurt head. Consequence revolve. Narcissist evolve. High dragon copulate. Earth nymph flounder. You. Me. Everyone stuck in between. The thousand people we wanted to be and all the others we wish we weren’t. Sadness spike. Volleyball diamond crossbeam explosion. Flippant words make for lesser turds. Grandiose runs do no good to nuns. Blarf on me. I like it. I inhale your excrement and spew it back at you smelling floral. My guts are a biome, you know that? I’m all the fauna you need baby and then some. Furries got you worried? Minority haphazard carrying on. Let them. Think its all cool and all good. It is. Don’t fool yourself. The world is dying, sure, but you aren’t so hey it must be okay. Right? Wrong. Because you are dying. Only they call it living your best life. Your best life is a moment resplendent on the shores of your blurry waking consciousness. Everything else is struggle. Suffering. So why not surrender. Take the next moment and truly pass. Go to the next life and all will be better. Only you won’t remember. And back to square one. Ticking time bomb. Your explosion of life means little to the 8 billion of us. But it means everything to the family of you. So keep it this time. Be nice to it. Watch your body grow fruitful and full as the world continues, just as in your past life, to burn. We’re all doing it, don’t feel bad. It’s natural to laugh at bad things. It makes us okay with it. Problem right there. We shouldn’t be okay with it. We can see what we’re doing and yet continue to laugh. It’s not a coping mechanism. Its pure madness. We’ve been conditioned to not care enough. To care for ourselves first before others. Selfish ignorami. Halt your advances on nature. But Millions will die. Yes, great sacrifices must be made. Would you sacrifice your son, your wife, your mother? If it all happened right now, yes. I’ll feel different in half an hour. The sweet light of positivity and ignorance will shine on me again. I’ll make tea and drink it. Have a cake and shit it out tomorrow. Thanks for the gas, mass production.