Enough
Created | Updated Jan 21, 2003
Enough - as good as a feast? Maybe not! Some people think you can never have enough ("I want more!") - others believe they've had more than enough! ("I don't want more!"). But if we've never had enough, how can we ever really be happy? Only time will tell ("It heals all wounds!")
I've had enough - of you f*cking semi-evolved primitives and your primate level of understanding. You know only how to eat, hump and fight - from these basic instincts are all your thoughts and decisions extrapolated. You can't see further than your own swollen, distended bellies and grubby opposable thumbs - I'm sick of the lot of you. You never learn (anything useful, at any rate), the vast majority of the time you know only how to destroy, never to create and nurture, and rather than living your meaningless, colourful little lives striving to feel love - a love for all living creatures around you which could not fail to spread a general atmosphere of groovy well-being over the planet you've so wantonly ravaged - you struggle through every beat of your heart with a mind and soul filled with hate, angst and bitterness.
And maybe I'm no different - so what, you think that excuses you? It doesn't. You're a primate - plain and simple. And one day one of your pretty, noisy little toys, most likely something nuclear, is going to kill you. Good riddance, primitives.
I've had enough - of you f*cking semi-evolved primitives and your primate level of understanding. You know only how to eat, hump and fight - from these basic instincts are all your thoughts and decisions extrapolated. You can't see further than your own swollen, distended bellies and grubby opposable thumbs - I'm sick of the lot of you. You never learn (anything useful, at any rate), the vast majority of the time you know only how to destroy, never to create and nurture, and rather than living your meaningless, colourful little lives striving to feel love - a love for all living creatures around you which could not fail to spread a general atmosphere of groovy well-being over the planet you've so wantonly ravaged - you struggle through every beat of your heart with a mind and soul filled with hate, angst and bitterness.
And maybe I'm no different - so what, you think that excuses you? It doesn't. You're a primate - plain and simple. And one day one of your pretty, noisy little toys, most likely something nuclear, is going to kill you. Good riddance, primitives.
