next time you cunts start moaning about oil look at those flashy laptops you’re writing your forum posts on, blogging on, surfing, emailing, messenging on. Think about those Desktop Towers you have sitting under your tables which cost tonnes of poisonous chemicals to produce. I’m guilty of this too, I’m just as much a bastard as all of you, I just realize what a selfish fucking hypocrite I’m being when I want all the luxuries and none of the pains.
All you assholes driving your 4×4 and sports cars, your gas guzzlers and your hum vee’s I hope you meet a telegraph pole and make fucking deep penetrative love to it, through your fucking skulls. You’ve laughed the last time at people with enough conscience and guts to buy a hybrid or electric critter, the last laugh is theirs as they glide silently by, like crows over a field.
To all you people who sit in your plastique, Ikea homes and serve Sushi on a bed of fucking animal bones to the warbling of a coke snorting, head wobbling wanker of a singer I hope you get a fish bone in your throats so you can turn slowly blue as you dog Rita, sue & Bob too.
To every single entity in this world who happen to have the unfortunate monicker of adult human being, I hope your hearts give out, mine too. So we can collapse and drown back into the dirt to leave this earth to those who are thankless, thoughtless and blameless. Hmmm maybe the children should hang from the yard arm too, eventually for their corpses to drop as the arm does too.
Only paws are left, snouting badgers and truffling pigs, the guardians of the wood and the hunters of the sky, keeping warm constant eye over a land wrapped in green, free of fucking poison.
