Some blood,
Some ****,
Some ***, ****, and ***.
Guess what it is?
It's a bag of me!

Washing dishes, doing laundry and cleaning up ****
Pretending stuff matters in the futility loop.

All my smart buddies
Sit around dreading the apocalypse.
Nukes, climate change, virus, asteroid.

The weird freaky creators
(with their motives we cannot know by design)
Want us to be freaked out about doom.
Want us to LOVE life.
And want us to dread utter doom of all creation
Even worse than we dread our own demise.
We are driven to be clever,
Driven to fear death,
Driven to Love all of creation.
Why should we?
Fear our collective ability to destroy
Beautiful creation!
Fear this collective ability!
Shun the clever destructive trap of
"profit"
Fear this virtue, this evil
Profit is the evil virtue!

Step1. Competition serves a purpose. You shouldn't be so bitter about your whole [how it is].
2. Yeah? I believe you. Serving a purpose is a good enough reason not to hate a thing. I don't even hate me and I'm pretty sure I serve no purpose.
3. I thought you'd fight me on that.
4. Nah, I'm just not that competitive.

Wake up excited
Maybe a dream or a plot got some chemicals squirting in the brain.
The squirt feels good so the idea rings "true"
The meat mouth starts enjoying getting to say stuff.
Post, write, draw, paint, converse
Everything for the latest greatest idea.
And something becomes familiar.
Oh, it was the latest idea.
"My brain was just high on Enthusiasm"TM
(now available from Monsanto)

Just another pointless bout of enthusiasm?
Oh that never goes anywhere.
"I'm going to bed."
Like that

Person 1: "You arent satisfied with me."
Person 2: "No way! It's you who aren't satisfied with me."

Person 3 supposed he was grateful for his selfish gal.
She only cared whether she was satisfied.
He was lonely but things made sense.

two Buddies reunite
1. Diamond Rambler-so hard you'll never stop her from rambling
2. Ardent Materialist-so skeptical, he'll argue against himself being "real"

Soon after arrival,
The ritual of showing the other their favorite belonging,
But there was literally nothing.
Both of their favorite thing was "nothing"