Sour Milk In Life Serial

Fucking shit. Rancid flatulence belches from the carton and triggers epiphanies. Everything rots. We're all just mutated slime in perpetual decay, disgusting meatsacks filled with sticky goo, rotting vertically as we destroy life to continue our own existence. Evolution is necessary violence. Fight or flight, do or die, eat or be eaten, fall or survive. Murder is in our blood. Intentional or accidental, death comes too soon for some; but, death will come, in time, for all. Soft, fleshy, bloody death magnets. So many ways to die. So many ways to kill. Deprive them of air. Relieve them of blood. Destroy the heart. Poison the body. Burn the skin. Addle the mind. Crush, shock, decapitate, et al- Death infinitum. Death is the only thing we truly know. Through the knowledge of our own weaknesses, we realize the weaknesses, and inevitable "system failure", of those like us. It's not difficult to take a life. It's not hard to extinguish a soul- nor is it impossible to disembody a consciousness. All it takes is intensive harm... or extensive neglect. Murder the ignorance. Don't take lives; take care of life.