I have no idea what goes on in most people’s heads. Stupid fucking monkeys. Walking around with their heads up their arses acting civilized and self-righteous. Monkeys. I have no idea what goes on in anyone’s head, and only half of what happens in mine. Machines for fucking and dying she called us and she was half right. These stupid fucking meat machines want the one thing or the other; sex or death; to fuck or be fucked. Stupid monkeys.

You keep asking yourself “Why?” for long enough and you get around to sex or death. One or the other. Yet while we are busy getting pushed around by these ego driven machines, sometimes, if we’re lucky, we hear or see a piece of the real story that we are carrying along together in bits. The one big story we’re all moving along with that stays alive despite us. We are blessed even when we don’t know it.