Climate change means a lot of things to a lot of people, though to some people it seems to mean nothing real at all. You know the type. "The planet will be fine." Who are these people with this extremely special relationship to our world?
These days I assume people who are saying things I don't understand are either full of shit or away with the pixies.
There are people who float through this life seemingly untouched by the day to day and fuck me do every one of these cunts love to tell you all about about it. They commentate on their own behaviour right in your face like you're just as amazed by them as they are. They cruise through, unpunched, because they're unbelievable. You're not amazing fucko, you're hard to accept as a reality.
I have gone on a lot about feasting on the flesh of fuckwits. It's fun to joke about bathing in their blood, kicking their severed heads around, but this post-Apocalyptic shit gets less fun every day.
I am waking up to a new horror and it that as things get scarier they'll also become interpersonally unbearable as we are increasingly surrounded by people whose reaction to emergency is to just fucking check out. There will be ukelele playing cunts all over the joint, covered in their own shit and being aggressively joyous.
The future will be full of traffic jugglers and fire twirlers because fuckwits are so separated from their intuition they don't even know how to panic properly. Fuck me sideways.
These days I assume people who are saying things I don't understand are either full of shit or away with the pixies.
There are people who float through this life seemingly untouched by the day to day and fuck me do every one of these cunts love to tell you all about about it. They commentate on their own behaviour right in your face like you're just as amazed by them as they are. They cruise through, unpunched, because they're unbelievable. You're not amazing fucko, you're hard to accept as a reality.
I have gone on a lot about feasting on the flesh of fuckwits. It's fun to joke about bathing in their blood, kicking their severed heads around, but this post-Apocalyptic shit gets less fun every day.
I am waking up to a new horror and it that as things get scarier they'll also become interpersonally unbearable as we are increasingly surrounded by people whose reaction to emergency is to just fucking check out. There will be ukelele playing cunts all over the joint, covered in their own shit and being aggressively joyous.
The future will be full of traffic jugglers and fire twirlers because fuckwits are so separated from their intuition they don't even know how to panic properly. Fuck me sideways.
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