At my most pessimistic, I love to stand in the awe of the incomprehensible power of nature. She can move the very air we breathe in a tempestuous gale. She can swell the oceans and swallow our cities whole beneath a crushing wave of water. She can erupt with fire from the ground and burn all of our accomplishments to nothing more than dusty, unrecognizable ash.
I find deep satisfaction in knowing that, no matter what we do, there is always a greater power waiting to sweep us away like so much dirt on a floor.
Also, I like to think volcanic eruptions are a planetary orgasm and Mother Nature is a squirter.
Let us for a moment consider this possibility and what other things it would suggest.
Scale is a wonderful place to begin. If volcanoes are the portals of planetary orgasm, the planet has hundreds and hundreds of skene's-gland-lined urethral ducts placed at any point of stress along her surface. Like a woman who can piss from any spot where the seam of a garment touches her.
Next let us consider the nature of the ejecta. She exudes -- rarely can volcanic eruption be truly considered a squirt when scale is considered -- her own molten flesh. In some locations this process is continuous. I'm sure you've seen videos of similar human ejaculation. Coming from a human woman, this would be a globular, dull-pink dribble with the consistency of ketchup, thickening into a ductile mass when it runs out of kinetic energy, but capable of flowing again when agitated.
So our planetary mother Gaia perpetually convulses, her brittle flesh subducting, tiny blebs of super-heated meat leaking and sometimes gouting from the indentations of her solar-panties, socks, bracelet and wedding ring.
I'm pretty sure Kink.com has some videos like that.
"I find deep satisfaction in knowing that, no matter what we do, there is always a greater power waiting to sweep us away like so much dirt on a floor."
This makes you happy? Nature is fine when its chirping birds on a sunlit morning or totally bad ass tropical animals, but uncaring, meaningless destruction? I say fuck that shit. If I could neuter nature's ability to take a human life, even vaguely inconvenience one, right now, I would do it without thinking twice.
You have Stockholm Syndrome.
why you filmin my house
The HAARP machine attacks again!
Smell the burning flesh.
Taste the tangy sulfur air.
More like FIREland!
This reminds me of those explosive, wet shits that spackle the back of the toilet bowl.
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