Looking out of my window and listening to the grinding, slashing, peace-shattering noises of NUMB, TRUNDLING SHEEP BEINGS running their thrice-damned DEATH-DRINKING DEATH-EXHALING DEATH-DEALING MACHINES so they can DESTROY AND STERILIZE THEIR OWN HABITATS.
It's fine. It just makes me feel like we all deserve to be immolated on the sharp edge of a nuclear blast wave. Fuck us. Honestly. What a bunch of shit-smeared stinking goddamn monkeys we turned out to be. Hard reset NOW!
*
No! No! Jesus, hold my hand.
We are luminous beings. These crude vestments are a deception and a false representation.
We are doing the best we can. We are not the same. We are all one. My rage, born from my fear of death and failure, will not lead me towards hate.
I will let it all pass through me, and over me, and when it is done, only I will remain.
And I am a being of light and love, just like the people working on their lawns. They are my kin, and we are not different.
*
It is harmony that we must seek. If the world be ever more discordant, all the more beauty and richness must I add to my song.
Plus, there's a lot to be said for doom metal anthems and vicious punk refrains.
--JL
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