what is it with people who live life like they bought it at a store? like they know exactly how it is supposed to work, and they live like it too? like it's so simple. just follow the instructions on the package, and it should all work fine. and thank you for shopping at Planet Earth, third rock from the sun in a no-name backwater galaxy.
like as if some engineer designed life for us, so it must be logical, and meaningful, and therefore damnit, i am going to act like it.
what damage does the concept that some engineer-god designed our life do to us? and the way we view the world? where is the chaos? where is the sluttiness? where is the terror? where is the poetry? we see it on CNN, but is it what they say it is? why do we sterilize ourselves? what is it with buying buying buying? why do we do this? why do we support it?
so god supposedly crippled our genome so that, yay, we may be imperfect, amen. you'd think though, that with a little bit of god still left in us, that we would approach life a little more poetically. a little less materialistically. a little less ape like. a little more god like.
black, black coffee, amen children of the cosmos. be true to your origins and embrace the miracle of your existence. get of your fucking imaginary merry-go-round and burn your candle at both ends. and may you be a god.
tetragod

TS
.GBL
(of the not trying to be cool but born that way class)