Diamond studded euterus, bleeding in the garbage can. Where would you be without your man, your man, your man....
Gutter sleaze. Dying in the pristene porcelean bowls of chemical bliss. The bathroom was always clean.
Toilet-Matrix. Hiding under benches. Glued down and stapled shut. Your coffin. Your image forever documents that change. Your eyes turning black once you realized there was no turning back. That line, crossed. No way back, no way....
Sharps-container.
Biohazard.
Where do they put the disease? In oceans? In landfills? Will blood replace oceans. Will cancer replace earth? Where are we? Keep moving.
Dam the rivers with bodies. The carp can suck the putrefied flesh from the bones of your children and get more than you will ever get from enduring the hell of a lifetime of parenthood.
Fish food. Compost.
All or nothing. You gotta chase that dream. You are a slave to your biological urges. You have to breed. Make that baby. That child. That parasite.
You place a puppy and a baby on the edge of a high rise building. The puppy will whimper and scoot away from the edge to avoid falling to it's death. The baby will babble and coo and stupidly stumble to the pavement below.
It's time to start over.
It's time to stop and think.
There is no god.
Only de-evolution into weakness that only affirms the worthlessness of the worst of it all.
This is no virtue.
Gutter sleaze. Dying in the pristene porcelean bowls of chemical bliss. The bathroom was always clean.
Toilet-Matrix. Hiding under benches. Glued down and stapled shut. Your coffin. Your image forever documents that change. Your eyes turning black once you realized there was no turning back. That line, crossed. No way back, no way....
Sharps-container.
Biohazard.
Where do they put the disease? In oceans? In landfills? Will blood replace oceans. Will cancer replace earth? Where are we? Keep moving.
Dam the rivers with bodies. The carp can suck the putrefied flesh from the bones of your children and get more than you will ever get from enduring the hell of a lifetime of parenthood.
Fish food. Compost.
All or nothing. You gotta chase that dream. You are a slave to your biological urges. You have to breed. Make that baby. That child. That parasite.
You place a puppy and a baby on the edge of a high rise building. The puppy will whimper and scoot away from the edge to avoid falling to it's death. The baby will babble and coo and stupidly stumble to the pavement below.
It's time to start over.
It's time to stop and think.
There is no god.
Only de-evolution into weakness that only affirms the worthlessness of the worst of it all.
This is no virtue.
huminty at any level is dirt
fucking the pristene
um
have you ever thought about the concept of clean sweeping.....either mega genocide or a new religion rises from the ashes to set a drastic untiy are the only two ways out.....
this fucking world is doomed..........
this is no virtue.......you speak truths
fuck the world
fuck this this bad reality