cows

I think that beauty and love are the only important things in this world. Call me stupid and naive and fucked in the head and I will probably agree. Fucking beauty and love, what the hell do they get you but loss and longing. But there they are. I believe that's all that anyone is really fighting for. Wait, that's a fucking piece of shit lie. People pretend that's what they are fighting for, but in reality all they are fighting for is survival and power. What? You are some self-actualized, brilliant person who would give of yourself for the good of this planet or at the very least some individual that you've chosen as your luck. Ha! You are fucking delusional. You are just as simple and base as the next guy who is out there beating the shit out of another person for a little food. It may be on some "higher" level. You may be fighting for an idea or a place or something that seems entirely intellectual or good... oh yes, you are fighting for good over evil. Double fucking ha. Those ideas and that goodness is all your way of dealing with the fact that you have too much time on your hands and too many things and too much ease to be able to just sit still. Deep inside you are positive that you have no control over anything and you want that control. You want the world to bend and kiss your feet. You want to be adored and respected, but more importantly you would like to be King. You want to rule all those things and piddly human beings that you see out on the street. "Dumb shit", ugly ass long grass, horribly cooked hamburger -- it's all a big old swatch of gooey, stinking shit throw on you doorstep. You need to clean it up by cleaning up the world. That's what you're thinking, right? You're think you rattle off words and phrases and magically remove that shit. But you are mistaken, my friends. That shit is just part of this fucking world. No matter how hard you try to clean the stench and bury it down, it's still there. It's your fucking shit. You are in no way different than the drugged out whore or the sex-crazed politician or the cow grazing in the farmland miles from your urban home. Wait, I take that back. At least the cow doesn't think himself better than you.