it's the end of the world as we know it, and we feel fine.

yeah, we feel fine!


i was thinking about that song, that's an old song now, ha-ha, the world is still ending. but ha, it's a fuck of a lot worse now, yet we feel fine, i mean we're sick to death of the merchants of death, but yeah, we feel fine. i was thinking this is the primary reason for dogs. because we may fake it til we make it, or puke, but they really do feel fine, they don't know fuck all about roundup, or precedent dump, though they may puke, and may get cancer, and do. they feel pretty damn fine all the time.