ya know what kills me? what really, really kills me? i’ll tell you.
it’s how people come from little cells that split and grow and multiply via division, somehow ending up as those wonderful, goofy, amazing little organisms called kids, only to keep on growing until their cells run out of steam and start to die off, eventually causing whole organs to cease functioning properly and ultimately leading to bodily death, leaving an empty shell where there once was a human being.
that’s what kills me. that’s what makes me want to stop everything and just sit down and cry. i’m a total bleeding-heart; go ahead and call me a baby. i might, however, gouge out your fucking eyes and piss into their empty sockets if you do.
it’s something like the essence of humanity. the humanity of humanity. we are generated; we degenerate also.
i think i may need to have a little sit-down with my mitochondria.
