Brunch? Brunch?
Who needs brunch? No, you kids go on without me. I'll be fine. I'll just sit here in this cold dark universe huddled around my little sun while you go have a good time. Don't worry about your poor old mother. Why start now?
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Crossposted from Docudharma
And while your out make sure you spill a billion gallons of oil, make it ten billion! Blow the tops off of some mountains and clear cut a few hundred forests, I know how much you love that, and your poor old mother just wants you to be happy. No matter how much it hurts me.
So go ahead, I don't even like eggs benedict, all that cholesterol! And mimosas give me the wind. If you want to finish fishing all the fish out of the sea and bring me some nice mercury laced, carbon smoked salmon that would be nice, as I sit here alone, in the dark. Maybe you could find some of them off of all those coral reefs you are destroying?
Go, go on without me if you don't think you need your poor old mother. Drive your Hummers to brunch, what do I care? Destroy what's left of my atmosphere...and make sure you laugh while you do it, you kids need to have fun. Even if it kills your poor old mother. Eat, laugh, destroy, think only of your selves! I'll be fine!
(100,000 years after you are all in your graves, you ungrateful brats!)
What do you care how many billions of years I was in labor with you? Have YOU ever had your tectonic plates slip? I didn't think so! Have YOU ever watched billions of your dinosaurs destroyed by an asteroid, only to have your kids drill them up and use them to destroy your atmosphere? Of course not!
Can you even imagine how much work it is to evolve a marsupial? Let alone a platypus? Do you know? Do you care???
So go, have your brunch, I will be fine. Don't worry about me. I will just sit here in the dark and watch you destroy me. Piece. By. Piece.
Just know.
I love you anyway.
