we're not men, we're fucking children... you drive up to a restaurant painted in big bright colors and are handed your food,

what the fuck do we actually do????? do we do anything at all????????????? we're fucking parasites; like a population of fruit flies that sprouted out after something got spilled, and we're going to fucking die the second its gone
we're going to die WE'RE GOING TO DIE AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH