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is what the headlines should read.
do you care?
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This came up in three words world, seems relevant now too. Maybe she gives birth to a solution, a neworld.
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The earth IS a porn star the way we're raping her. And apparently..this is a snuff flick. Places everyone.
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"Excuse me!? Excuse me!"
"Yes?"
"I really don't understand my character's motivation here. I mean the Earth is providing the means of support for all life as we know it, right?"
"Yes, yes. Absolutely."
"Ok, so then if my character helps kill off the Earth, won't they die with it? Why would they do that?"
"Oh! I think I see the problem here. You're looking for a logical motive where there is none. This movie is about a race of short-sighted, materialist power-tripping babies who brainwash their offspring into believing that genocide is an evolutionary inevitability and sociopaths are cool and clever. They are motivated by blind self-interest, obsessive insecurity and short-term gain."
"Well how the fuck am I supposed to get into THAT mind set?"
"Hahaha! You're not, of course! Start by pretending that you're the only person in the universe who matters, and just sort of..have fun with it!"
"Ok that might work. Thanks."
"No problem. Ok everyone. Places please..and..ACTION!"
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flowerock
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(Ha! Too true...)
Even orphans and babies of rape or misfortune have the potential to be great.
Maybe the world isn't dying, maybe she's heavy with child....
"Last song"
1999 by Jason Webley
One day,
The snow began to fall,
And slowly, inch by inch,
Covered up the earth.
'Til finally,
The top of the tallest building,
Was lost beneath a powdered sea,
As quiet as a shadow's grave.
And we say that the world isn't dying.
And we pray that the world isn't dying.
And just maybe the world isn't dying.
Maybe she's heavy with child.
One night,
A woman took my hand.
I left my home and followed her
Into an icy field.
When I wanted to go back,
I'd lost the way.
So she beckoned me to lie beneath
The stone that always bore my name.
One morning,
We woke up in an alley.
To the smell of urine, alcohol,
Trash and gasoline,
With a dim sense of a notion
We'd held something in our hands,
That was bigger than us or God,
And we can never touch again.
I've been looking at the symptoms for a while,
Maybe she's heavy with child.
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We are not fucking the earth, we are fucking ourselves. She will carry on...new life will be born. We just won't be here to see it.
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flowerock
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Lemon soda knows the truth. It is hard for our egos to admit though sometimes. Find joy in the fact that we may return to her in energetic light form.
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