These truecel birds living outside of my window ,
having the time of their lives , flapping their little wings in JOY while i just sit here ,
in the cold blue light of the screen , copeing and praying for a better tomorrow .
It's not like i dont feed them enough ,
dont know what these fuckers eat but i put a bowl of oatmeal on my windowsill sometimes ,
just to show some respect for my fellow teuecels of the animal world and to make them thrive
and help take over this COLD WORLD .
They live such a weird life , co-existing with skinbags and feeding off of our wealth .
Roaming the streets and the train stations , low inhibmaxxed and without a care in the world .
I aspire to be like them someday .
In the distant future .
If i'll ever be reborn , i want to be a pigeon ngl .
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Just think about it LOGICALLY
you are being mogged by these superioir organisms and you CANT DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT
You can merely accept your fate , the curse that was placed upon you .
I pledge my Life to these majestic creatures ,
pledge my fading sanity to their noble cause .
I will serve them and be their executioner .
i will take the fucking pigeonpill
shove it down your throat til' you cant breathe
and in your last moments ,
all you'll hear is me cooing and grunting
you will beg for forgiveness ,
beg me to just grant you some final words before you embrace the soothing silence of death .
But i will just be COOING AND GRUNTING
my maniacal laughter mixing with these blessed sounds
all you will hear is
COOING AND GRUNTING
THERE IS NO ESCAPE
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