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Cars have a lot of looks.

Lot of shapes, lot of colors, lot of engine sounds or lack thereof.

(What else is diverse?)

Birds.

I saw one with a matte black finish, slightly darker around the eyes, black beak..

Little man got the midnight package.

Right behind him was a finch?, I think it was a finch,,,

Yellow and orange.

This dude shows up to the club and steals your girl.

Bright, bright and flashy,,

“Loud”.

I head to the grocery store and there’s the Sunday folk.

Summer has begun and it’s lovely out, and I see people in…hmmm.

Pastels.

Light blues, light oranges, some misty yellows..

I got my experiences confused and I walked up to one of them and started squawking.

“Chirp chirp,,squawk”

Wrong place, wrong time.

So I sat Indian Style in a clover patch, and I let my fingers brush against the top layer.

ASMR my dick, this is,,,this is,,,tactile therapy?

You’re right here.

That’s where the fuck you are.

Nothing out there changes what’s in here, and it’s just us..

Now,,,, with that knowledge,,with the undeniable understanding that we are a herd,, you are offered the luxury of choice.

You can bitch.

Or you can find a nice patch of clovers, and you can listen to the little bumble bee and you can eyeball stalk the yellow butterfly.

You also have a neck.

ANd you can swivel your entire dumb head.

You can look around, you can look up and down,you can stare at the clouds or you can zero in on an ant.

Take that knowledge and apply it to how you interact with a herd..

(Jesus christ I don’t want to be with them..)

We know..

But look,,,

God isn’t real and animals don’t talk back.

It’s in your nature to fit in with them..

(You can’t prove that God isn’t real)

Fine.

The Bible.

Whatever belief spawned downstream from that fiction. That isn’t real and you feel it in your heart..

People are liars.

Lies make money.

And fear is a specific motivation.

You don’t have to fuck with that.

You don’t have to fuck with them and you can have your guitar pedals and your clover moments,,,

But you have to be able to go eat lunch with them… you have to.

(I deal with morons everyday, to earn a living)

That doesn’t count.

(I have to be around them “off the clock”)

Essentially, yes,,,it’s required…

(Fuck that)

Then you’re doomed.

ANd everything you say is a waste.

Goodbye.

(Wait! Wait wait,, let me think..)

You’ve spent your entire life thinking.

Get fucked.