We’re all just parking lot seagulls
creatures of purpose far from our source
forced to live a life of toxic ease
free everything, but everything kills you
what a wonderful world we live in
that we isolate ourselves from
for the sake of society and progress
disgusting
suicide is a joke
literally, its a joke
society is about to seppuku
because advancements are fatal
once we breach the anti effort barrier
may god have mercy on our rotted, over saturated souls
parking lot seagulls
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Did your smile just fade in and then out, my darling puddy tat? What’s almost painfully fascinating IS those crying gulls, far from the sea here in America’s heartland, scouring the pavement in a supermarket lot, like the name for them was a bad joke. I suppose we wonder sometimes whether the same holds for, as you say, ourselves.