js bach too was orphaned at nine

nothing human is alien to me. everything is.

happy three hundred and twenty-ninth birthday johann sebastian bach 

here's something. if we planned obsolete things, did intelligent designers plan us?

it makes no sense. it only makes sense if they are aliens, or zombie vampires, or replicants, and they are going to suck our soul blood and our red blood and our black blood until we wither, fracked husks in the blasted ground or anal probed in black site concentration camps, and then maybe blast off in their proprietary space, sights set for new conquests. or maybe they can stay here,  feeding off the dead,  at home in the toxic waste. just a thought. i don't know what is happening really.

in the cynical world they got organizations for people like that. in the post-cynical world they got resignation.

why the fuck would the frackers rape the planet and waste their own water supply? i mean they gotta drink water. i guess they can just fly elsewhere for water, or if there is not, just  fly.