#sometimes i exist

[cuddlesandherbaltea]

oh to feel like a functioning adult after some virtual decluttering

[jessysmith]

Pushed, without choice, into a rabid belligerent existence with seven billion other animals. Gasping, filling it's tiny lungs with air that's already been destroyed blanketing a planet that's already dying — we weep. Meanwhile halfway across nothing electric visions of lies for sale from the fangs already sunken deep into the necks of your parents' who had to pay someone to have the humanity to pull you out into this capitalist purgatory of inauthenticity. Hands stretch toward an unresponsive God — disgusted at the humanity of humanity, coughing in the face of the damned and dying, spitting into the mouths of the drowning — he laughs into the sunken eyes of the Pope, sitting on his golden throne. Weeping over the gilded corpses of the poor. Visions of sugarplums incinerated by the suicide bombing neo-imperial plutocratic christian nation psychic parasite complex shooting a rocket propelled grenade from an unmanned drone killing everyone in the hospital that it's born in because — because? enough.

Peeling my Eyes in the General Direction of Eventual Truth