Just to See Hell

by Chandler Morrison

we are bloated, bottom-feeding birds too lazy from our gluttonous engorgement to utilize our borderline-useless capability of flight.

I’m so fucking deep. I am...too low. I....I have to look up just to see hell.”

This is destruction of the self. Fuck you, Buddha, you ain’t got shit.

continuation of their existence was linked directly to the continuation of the universe. The parasitic slaves to society were content to procreate in the interest of further destruction, and thus by default, everything cancelled out. All small things contributed to a greater whole, but that greater whole meant nothing.

Just lean over and hoover that shit right up your holy honker.