Which of our cultural tumours bred to create such a stain on evolution and forward motion? What wretch of a fuck shoehorned such false human instincts into a forced reality, and for whom? Haters of life and Gollums.
Like gargoyles across a Chernobyl church, groin-led fluid depositories make up the numbers for the hollow masses. It is, without doubt, the epitome of what it means to be human in empathy-devoid times.
A cum-drenched cash prize for those with no soul to speak of. A dream for those who refuse to awaken. Grotesquely reptilian are the eyes of those who ogle at their species licking the lips of animals who look like them but orange.
Soulless they sit before their screens, creating in me an envy of the dead. This is not the future, for in broadcasting this horror, all future has been rendered obsolete. It is the acid bubbles of vomit bursting on the pavement of our human experience. It is the belly of the weakest beast with no honour or conviction.
We have found the primary weapon of the moneymaker that keeps the proles in place. As requested, we have abandoned all that is good, and not one of us is conscious enough to care. We are beyond life. Without a contest, darkness has claimed its victory.