Everything.
Your life is there for the express purpose of being shit on by the Karmic Gods.
My life too for that matter.
Not one iota of happiness can exist without fucktons of misery falling in its wake. For every smiling child there are a dozen grieving mothers, standing over the stiff, cold corpses of their sons. There is so much sadness and hatred in the world it's tangible. You can feel it when you enter a room, the air is saturated with greed and bloodlust and petty hatred.
The whole world, from your kitchen table and those who sit at it, to the entire planet, and even the bits of space we've touched is tainted by the corrupting miasma of hate that is our miserable species.
I have lost all faith in humanity, There is no essential collective good. We are just sad little sacks of flesh, greedily hoarding our meager possessions, trying to starve out all the rest of the bastards in the same position.
When we aren't pulling shit onto our own heads, its being dumped onto us by the lousy, fetid cretins perched above us upon piles of human refuse.
There is no escape from the hatred, the loathing, the all-consuming plague.
May we all burn in hell.
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There's also Love though Will. it may not be a pernament escape, but its an escape all the same.
ReplyDeleteI love you. Thats my escape. You need to find yours too.