Who are my peers?
Who are my teachers.
Humans out here.
Who do I beseech?
Who do I fear?
Do I feel God?
Ghouls out here
They the vanguard
Oh I fear
For the rains to come
The rays of sun
And dangerous guns
Deathrays and nuclear arsenals
brought us to the brink
There are no new ideas
Just sprays of guns.
Waves of thunder
Cause this generation's nuts.
We didn't start this.
But we just farting and faithing and fucking and saying aw shucks and waving good bye.

Oh Science? Satanist Ire. Left wing Marxist conspiracy pile of shit. They are trying to cut Jesus out of everything. That's their AGENDA. When they win they will cage us in places.

With lesbians. And Godless whores. Let us pray, "God do as we ask. Thanks saving our souls, God. Dude appreciate that. Are those new shoes? You amaze me! Fade out or fade up."

Barks from dogs make more sense. And they caged up.

Amen.

Jesus is safe, you old eggs. The Easter Bunny ain't coming with the mark of the beast.

The anti-Christ is surely nigh
So...no worries.

We got the rapture. Prop that to your back and whistle some bone thug n harmony 90s creation.

Shit.

They are not fit
To rule out here
They are foolish

They on their way

Who am I reaching?
They truant ideas
These are old reasons
And we don't deem them worthy of our precious little attention span so we ruin our sphere

For our venture
Earth will be fine
We'll be tools
In the span of evolution
We killed ourselves
Silly apes
Kinda adorable

Except the war
Gore
Killing
And rape

Here's a jewel of a thought
You think this is the first great dying Earth has dealt with? Silly homo sapiens!

This is like a day of week!

So sorry, kids
Little monkeys
You should been quicker
You crunk little grumpy ass phone junkies
Homos
And one key notes
And some kinda...
Terrace under which we surrender our vote and dastardly scare us!
Mwuhahaha! We're aware
We'll get you next time, faggots!
Beware
Gadgetry. Rigid and ragid. Rabid goons in the streets
With their mallets
The fire was neat
Then I realized the city was in a state of total meltdown
Grab your gun, son! This is the one!

We got tp. Good.

"Who we shootin, Pa? The niggers or the police?"

We're shootin em all son. God bless this street.

But anyway - fuck you.
Your soufle
The course is served
A planet in full and total collapse
Have fun with that

*laughs*

That's funny shit
You little stinkers may have money - but guess what? We still had a chunk of raw virgin world pulsating and throbbing, juicy wet. Oh yeah. Unexploited forests so long and hard and unexplored. Mmm. We raped it while YOU watched and you just smiled and played with your products.

That we bought you to keep you beyond. Stare at the screen. Lemme alone. Jesus. Do these things ever grow?

So here's your sloppy seconds.

Don't tell me you don't get the porn reference you little demons I know you got ways around your locks and your smarter than your folks when it comes to them phones. Those smart robo drones we've been compulsively reformed to.

Anyway. It's not that we didn't care.

It's that we're stupid.
We constantly argue
Like you kids
We are you
Except less rude
And more pubes

So anyway good luck with them hurricanes, dudes ha!

Burn. You got nadda. Admit it we got you bitches. Those beaches? They ain't vouchers for.

That's the new product
The hurricanes ain't goin
Not exotic
Did I mention?
They are goin insane
Exponentially
But it's expensive to invest in the future
We can't even figure out now
We're so dumb we're sucking duck's off with our thumbs up our bum wondering why it doesn't make the software update perform more normal
Wait our phones dead
Fuckin battery.
We can't even think far ahead enough to turn off our phone, charge it, and let it resume

We refuse any logical rules. We are caught in the moment. No we're not. We are stuck in nowhere, lost zombies racing.

Searching for money and well being.

Instead of letting the well spring up and being content to shift mode and change with seasons.

Breaking News! This is your favorite "Fake News" Media scapegoat stranger -

"We're dead! Stop watching. Run. Don't pack. Just run!!!!!"

I mean why not just do little things?

Hmm?

This grooving to my extremes ain't gotta be assumed.

Hell I'm preaching to myself I'm the guiltiest little stay still mother fuckin fake pill mother fucker there is.

And I may just end up in Waco. Or wake up in a tent.

In Mongolia. Oh great. Now I'm living green. This life in the Tarzan except minus 45 and you get naked you ain't alive.

You gotta drive every God damn place?

So anyway. America.

Take a walk. Fucking fat asses your asses may lose a pound or two.

Yo people are so fat these days I'm like stay back you Hellish creation!

Like Jabba
Cruising round grocery huts in roll around scooters robbin more food to consume and absorb and bloom into morbid forms of former humans
Now they some kinda doomed sentient planet that actually got sucked in our gravity field and collapsed in here
Astronomers say it had an irregular orbit
The horror of it is we don't know whether to feed or weed it.

Did you it see that?
It's breathing I think.
It's screeching. It's scratching.
It farted.
It smells kinda garlic

Matt's accord?
Nah, dude with the funny eye's black suburban.
Walking is a last resort. When the store is like less than a mile away. Hey. And just need to buy some lottery tickets , corn syrup concoction, cigarettes and wack some strays.

No I ain't no convict.

I just don't trust dogs and gays.

Law men

Fags or wait this a line Em spoke back in the day

Well it's comforting to know someone hates all the dumb things I do and aint mute about views cause if you get a view at Dracula too

You're gonna freak.

Vampires and lefties and baby raping pantsuit wearing creeps trying to save the planet.

They bananas.

My banana is grown on a plantation in Guatemala that deforested practically all virgin jungle in the whole down and out place and I proudly alaud it.
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