A gentle rant.

Here’s to the special time we are all living through right now. Some of us live more special times than others, and some live significantly less time than the first ones, but we can all agree, it’s special beyond comprehension and evermore, without consent. I didn’t ask for these special, specialities. I’m sure, neither did you yet; we are all having it. It sucks, it stinks, and it makes us sick. What are we going to do about it? For myself, I just had another ashwaganda and a nice, calming chamomile tea before I drift into a tormented and uncontainable sleep.

I read somewhere that tai chi might help in situations like this.
So I imagine the entire planet doing tai chi at the same time. Everyone. Absolutely everyone.

Old people, mothers, babies, lunatics, ministers, butchers,
all as one, flailing their limp arms against their stomachs and backs,
waiting for their energy, chi to finally begin flowing
through those stupid, worthless bodies. What a sight.

If only I were a robot.
Everything would be easier.
Especially wiping out this inhuman species of ours. I know what you’ll say: “That’s not okay. There are some good people, too.
We don’t all deserve that kind of fate because of a wicked minority.” Maybe. But the rate of infection—of stupiditism and immaturity—is simply too high. If anything could have been done, it would have been done already.

There’s no time left. The countdown is over. The class is finished.
The exam is finished. And all of us—EVERY SINGLE ONE—have failed

It’s time for us all to fuck ourselves, but not literally. It’s too late for that, too.

Thank you.