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The people with nothing to lose are the most dangerous people in the world. They have nothing they are afraid of. It’s like negotiating with a kamikaze. They win : you lose.
Mankind is a kamikaze race. We’re trying to destroy the earth as fast as we can in an act of collective psychosis. Consuming every last scrap of everything in a frantic race to leave nothing left for our ancestors.
That’s why I don’t want to bring children into this world. What will the world look like in fifty years time? Will there even be one?
We won’t be wearing silver suits or working on the moon. We’ll be doing the same old things. Commuting to work on ancient trains. Scraping by in threadbare rooms rented from unscrupulous billionaires. Eating Frankenstein food and Soylent Green.
People won’t meet anymore. We’ll all be in Cocoons. We’ll only leave the house for face to face meetings that are unavoidable and for sexual recreation. We’ll be scared to touch people. Bacteria will be the next epidemic. Our stomachs weakened by the impurities of Frankenfood, we will be allergic to anything.
There will be a time when the oil will dry up. The food will dry. And the power will thin until there is none. As the fridges warm. As the world shrinks. As the only light is that of candles, the only sound that of insects. As mankind becomes a dinosaur, wiped out by something they could never predict. As our ancestors, a world of insects, lock madibles and talk in clicks about our extinction in incrediulous tones.
They did what? They wiped themsleves out arguing about something they call God? No wonder those dumbfucks didn’t make it, the insects click.
Mankind could be wiped out by the common cold. We’ll become a nation of hypochondriacs. Loaded up on a psychedelic combination of drugs just to survive. It’ll be the modern addiction. Instead of crack, it’ll be Ultrapanadol. Instead of amphetamine-sulphate, GBH, or Rohypynol we’ll be addicted to Acicclovir or Ieophotomene. Whatever that is.
That’s why I don’t want to bring children in this world. There are too many children anyway. The world population expands by a million a day.
Mankind is a cancer. A virus with shoes.
But when I look at her, I start to change my mind. Maybe more people like her will make the world a better place.
Mankind is a kamikaze race. We’re trying to destroy the earth as fast as we can in an act of collective psychosis. Consuming every last scrap of everything in a frantic race to leave nothing left for our ancestors.
That’s why I don’t want to bring children into this world. What will the world look like in fifty years time? Will there even be one?
We won’t be wearing silver suits or working on the moon. We’ll be doing the same old things. Commuting to work on ancient trains. Scraping by in threadbare rooms rented from unscrupulous billionaires. Eating Frankenstein food and Soylent Green.
People won’t meet anymore. We’ll all be in Cocoons. We’ll only leave the house for face to face meetings that are unavoidable and for sexual recreation. We’ll be scared to touch people. Bacteria will be the next epidemic. Our stomachs weakened by the impurities of Frankenfood, we will be allergic to anything.
There will be a time when the oil will dry up. The food will dry. And the power will thin until there is none. As the fridges warm. As the world shrinks. As the only light is that of candles, the only sound that of insects. As mankind becomes a dinosaur, wiped out by something they could never predict. As our ancestors, a world of insects, lock madibles and talk in clicks about our extinction in incrediulous tones.
They did what? They wiped themsleves out arguing about something they call God? No wonder those dumbfucks didn’t make it, the insects click.
Mankind could be wiped out by the common cold. We’ll become a nation of hypochondriacs. Loaded up on a psychedelic combination of drugs just to survive. It’ll be the modern addiction. Instead of crack, it’ll be Ultrapanadol. Instead of amphetamine-sulphate, GBH, or Rohypynol we’ll be addicted to Acicclovir or Ieophotomene. Whatever that is.
That’s why I don’t want to bring children in this world. There are too many children anyway. The world population expands by a million a day.
Mankind is a cancer. A virus with shoes.
But when I look at her, I start to change my mind. Maybe more people like her will make the world a better place.
posted by Mark at 7:32 AM
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