i sit here, sucking bandwidth and eating godsmack.
i ponder, thinking that maybe i am a dung beetle.
that the world i live in is only the unwanted excrement of others.
formed in the image of normalcy.
the smell covered vaguely with the scent of burned hair and 10% off coupons

really, when coming to regard soemthing like this, who the hell does one talk to?
looking around i see so many other beetles, living the life of "ehh, whateva".

worse is the thought that we are the highest form of life, shoveling other peoplse crap with a smile because the customer is always right.

then i ponder, well, i got six legs, means i can put a gun in four, and still run.

i am not smiling now, its all a smirk. planning, planning...would you like to upgrade for 35 cents extra?...planning planning...

heat, warmth of epifany.

boom.