Bye, [insert name]
I trashed it, the idea.
It’s just eleven. My lucky handle-number. It feels so worn. Is this even an idea?
A worn idea. A one-way road. “Dice-rolling is out!” I might grumble about it.
Truth? Who has time for this except the forward brains not caught up in their own pain? As years pass it only becomes more difficult to be conscious, or so it seems. And it seems intentional.
To feel sad for the future generation is understandable.
To do nothing to aid?
To give up?
Let it be what it is
Recognize the world for what it is
No one aside from mama ever gave a rip
And she’s the thing we stand on every day
Free market, I understand you. It’s just so sad.. humans didn’t see the endgame sooner. The Earth is prime evidence that god never touched humanity
It’s just eleven. My lucky handle-number. It feels so worn. Is this even an idea?
A worn idea. A one-way road. “Dice-rolling is out!” I might grumble about it.
Truth? Who has time for this except the forward brains not caught up in their own pain? As years pass it only becomes more difficult to be conscious, or so it seems. And it seems intentional.
To feel sad for the future generation is understandable.
To do nothing to aid?
To give up?
Let it be what it is
Recognize the world for what it is
No one aside from mama ever gave a rip
And she’s the thing we stand on every day
Free market, I understand you. It’s just so sad.. humans didn’t see the endgame sooner. The Earth is prime evidence that god never touched humanity