I heard someone mention how sad that is..
I don’t think sad is the right word, perhaps “natural”..
Every lovely thing you spy with your little eye will go away.
From the animals to the mountains to the sky to the creations..
They’ll all be gone.
Not sad, only natural.
Seems like a thinking monkey mighta thunka that…
Look at it this way,
All those people that give you shit.. they’ll be gone.
Everyone you fight.
Every project with a catastrophic budget..
Every fuck up.
Every thought never articulated.
Every song not created.
Every pile of crap flushed down the toilet..
Gone.
Nothing but a memory.
You’re alive for only a blink and you cocksuckers have made this thing so competitive that I catch myself envying the dead..
“Wait…so you don’t have to interact with people after that?”
Nope.
Not even a little.
You don’t have to wake up and drag yourself in.
You don’t have to argue.
You don’t have to be fake.
You don’t have to be anything..
Cause’ yer dead…
Stupid..
Dummy monkey, thinking about dumb shit so obvious..
You’ll be dead..
You’re here for five minutes and 4.5 of them are spent miserable..
Mizz-rah-fuckin–bull..
You made it this way.
You’re the one that set it up and latched onto it..
It’s your fault things are so fucked..
I just happened to be passing through..
So your argument is nothing.
Your validity is nothing.
You were a voice that only echoed for a moment..
And I kept going.
So…
So so so so..
Yawn.
Piss on what you say.
Go ahead and cling.
Cling onto this existence like a turd clings to a toilet bowl..
Cling onto it like a man dressing as a woman, in hopes of being discharged from the army.
Nothing lasts.
Berpa beep blah doo
