The tone of this one will be a little more liberal. You have been warned. Your triggers are yours. Use your own discernment.
The more March marches on, the more I feel "me" than I have ever felt before, uncensored and free.
So let's grab hold of that truth stick and get this show on the road.
Earth. You are messed up. No, wait, let me rephrase that … Humans. You are messed up. Let's leave the Earth out of this. She's innocent.
It takes honest-to-god work everyday to not just say "screw it" and wish someone would find the self-destruct button. I am fairly certain is in the inside of the planet, by the way. It looks like this -->
The Human stays within this magical goldilocks zone where the desire for its utter destruction is always "tomorrow" and it achieves this precarious balance of its total annihilation by its incredible capacity for creation, creativity and love.
You don't know whether to hate it or love it and somehow it forces you to do both. This, itself, is also equal measures intoxicating and frustrating.
You have to wonder in what corner of the universe that the idea of choosing experiences you despise, disdain, or just tolerate to perpetuate your already immortal existence is seen as somehow seen as normal or laudable. Like, why would anyone work a 9-5 job in their infinite, divine dream? Even humans somehow understand this on a subconscious level when they portray Hell as a waiting line.
"What happens when they reach the front?" "Nothing. They go right back to the end again. That's efficiency."
I can already hear the endless moaning's, groanings and justifications for survival. Puke.
The human concept of work is beyond bizarre and the human has refined the

