the birds and the bees
We are all living to die, we have outstripped our ecosystem and mutated into the virus of man to rape gia. Still plugging away with genetically programed impulses. Following our lust and hunger we toil. Most impregnate or can't escape the relief from their loneliness and despair, for lack of self worth. There are those among us, who feign intelligence by jockeying rank and file to find the mate that will produce the best offspring. Often falling back into the horde with whomever they can ensnare that is willing to compromise and commit. They produce the next devolution to continue the tragic comedy.
We pick up flags and colors of any that will take us. Competing for territory, resources, and mates. We have our cheap thrills to get our shits and giggles and return to the dust of the earth and to the lost pages of history.
I've learned life through poorly written cinematography and by watching the utter failures of those around me. I find a suitable mate and we dance around each others consciousness, sucking and fucking from each other what we need. Always wondering if we could do better, if this is the fairy tale we could believe in.
I wish I could lose these impulses and free my self from the shackles of my own ego.
We pick up flags and colors of any that will take us. Competing for territory, resources, and mates. We have our cheap thrills to get our shits and giggles and return to the dust of the earth and to the lost pages of history.
I've learned life through poorly written cinematography and by watching the utter failures of those around me. I find a suitable mate and we dance around each others consciousness, sucking and fucking from each other what we need. Always wondering if we could do better, if this is the fairy tale we could believe in.
I wish I could lose these impulses and free my self from the shackles of my own ego.