If I fuck with mother nature, does that make me a rebelious child?
If born out of wedlock, does that mean God didn't sign off on this world?
Or does it negate Him altogether?
Do we transform our DNA over a lifetime, or does it transform us?
Is popularity just a group of people that all decided to exclusify themselves?
Why do we pay athletes millions of dollars to play as gods out on their respective turf?
Does the term raincheck mean anything to you? Does it get tossed around too much? Overused?
Will we run out of stock and supplies? Or will robots fill in the gaps through genetic engineering?
Self-checkout has become repulsive.
Exclusive group do far more damage than good.
You're not inspired to chase your own dream. You'd rather watch someone else do it for you.
Selfish, self-righteous, tyrants of the modern age.
Our voice is hoarse, coarse at best like the grind of my pepper. Harsh to the taste when all alone.
We are beyond alone, in the other direction, trying to prove loneliness as a great way of living.
With sex dolls and self-checkout and peapod and amazon and netflix streaming into
our retinas 24/7.
If not currently viewed, it can be discussed in detail.
Well, here is my disgust...in detail.
I vomit in the face of a nation so blind that I fear my flickering of the lights will do no good.
Useless.
Is procreation a declaration of sorts?
Can anything be taken too far? Or is our comprehension level that of a gradeschooler?
Just want our turn in the sandbox to make our own personal castle.
Can you take one minute of your fucking day to pay respect and love, and honor your mother and father?
As the songwriter questioned, "Are we running out of love?"
I hope for the best, but fear the worst.
