Storms Remind

The deluded movement forward through space and spacetime. The haunting nature of the here and now. The disgust in all movements. All actions reaction to the blunt trauma of this grandiose idiocy. But no retreat here. Get into the fray. Take part in the action lacking now. A boring atrophy. As a fate; terrible. As a life; sad. As a forecast; is that a faint smile? Give it time. Make movement through in observation. Intellectualizing on the potential of pointless violence in every interaction. A thousand spoiled brats with their bottles taken away simultaneously. The collective whining will overtake the earth. From sea to shining oil slicked sea. A slow complaint filled decline into anthropocentric obsolescence. Built in from day one. Sometimes it is hard to interpret expiration dates. Hindsight is better then twenty twenty and always a little funny. Chuckling at sweaty displays of futile last ditch pride. It’ll be a sea of red faced crackers. Panting and wheezing for the right to die with even less dignity then they started with.