I still think either a Zombie Apocalypse
or a vast Space Alien Invasion is the only thing that
will settle our hash.
Either we get wiped out,...not a bad thing.
That or we fucking kick ass,
and are a better united species for doing it.
We're at a tipping point on so many levels just now. This is like the week before we learned to make fire.
That or the weekend before we figured fuck it,
and crawled up onto the land.
Yeah it's one of them Moments.
We either change our whole game
or join that pile of bones in the corner.
We either adapt to all the fucked up Earth changes we did,
and didn't do. Hey nature has a hand in this shit too.
We make adjustments walk on land make fire or in our case finally manage the fucking planet like we actually live here.
Basically stop using it as a radio-active toilet.
We do this or fucking die, and join the fossils.
200,000,000 Millions of years from now some star faring species
Will happen on this shithole.
They'll find our fossils. Traces of our nastier isotopes.
That, and say:
"...Hey Gork look."
"Another bunch that blew their own fucking brain out."
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