Self-y

Self-y…Selfie….

I try to push forward in this humanistic dominated world, or universe, or beyond.  I do what I must to carve out some sort of joy…views of water, clouds, the sun, the sun glistening on the water, the stars, the moon, the wind, fall leaves, rain, animals…apex birds flying above, the fine petite body of the woman I Love, good food, a roof, a toilet to comfortably shit in, but when I observe the new wave of the youth, this selfie culture…this focus on oneself, ourselves…when the world and galaxy and universe and beyond is so much more…I become deflated…disgusted, ashamed.  What a fucking botched experiment we have become.  So much potential, so much disappointment.  Think about it…all that has, does, and will exist…and we create selfie sticks for our cameras.  Believe me….we are but a grain of sand on the world’s beach…but we think we are the universe.  Hope I live long enough to see this self worship and Ponzi scheme collapse…but only after I can no longer get a stiff dick.

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