monochromatic shine in Book of Lies.....

  • April 15, 2016, 9:44 a.m.
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Is there nothing left of us other than a lamentation of futility. What is the aspiration? The achievement yet to be grasped. Have we nothing left but definition by vaginal and penile attractiveness.
Rain forest are desecrated for palm oil to process junk food as our biosphere decays under our own apathy. We are relentlessly shallow in priorities and mystified by media, hypnotized into debate over political caricatures that ultimately are nothing more than slices from the same loaf of bread.
We spend more effort considering the size of our collectives asses than our contributions to the holistic well being.
I’m surprised the planet doesn’t shrug us off its skin like a bad case of the fleas.


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