floating

2006/08/01

The End of the World

There are you and there is me. We are just people, a part of the mass. Who cares about us?
But people like you and me, individuals, create the mass and the mass has the power. It is not just the yelling coconut tree anymore. We are a forest, speaking out our opinion together, we can stick together, we can make the world work again.
Where is the world leading to? Will the leader ever change? Will there be paradise? Will I be the salve or the scapegoat?

I can feel an earthquake under my feet, pieces of our planet are tearing apart, bringing imbalance into our solar system. People are falling into big darkness of the universe, bodies are floating in nothingness, they are there for a second and then each of them blows up.
There is nothing left of this planet: no land that we so desperately defended or wanted to steal, no oil that brought damnation to the ones that had it as well as to the one who didn’t have it, no money that lead people into war under whatever pretence. This all became pieces, pieces that get lost in the universe, that melt in the vacuum.And where the world once stood there is only a little note left behind, and it says: “Sorry utopia, I couldn’t come.”
Is this what we are fighting for, do we want to ruin the world in order to be nothing eventually?

Take all the money, go and live on Mars, go and be lonely, just don’t ruin life for us who know how to live, how to love, how to give. Just fuck off, have all the oil and drive your car on the desserts of your own planet. Just take every piece of the land there and LET US LIVE. You are nobody to take, to ruin. The world belongs to all of us. You don’t like it? Who cares? Just sod off with all of your greedy friends, go somewhere, have orgies, take it all just don’t fuck us in the brain.

posted by calamity @ 8/01/2006 06:49:00 pm

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