We can’t stop making more of ourselves. Not to mention there being no global laws against baby making, much less there being a fucking IQ test to even get a permit to have a baby to make sure it’s not going to be an idiot raised by idiots. Take the City of the Dead in Cairo for example. Currently at a population of 18,000,000 people, and growing quickly every year. It’s a huge slum and is only going to get more densely populated and is only going to become even more uninhabitable and disgusting. Shortage of work, food, and housing…hmmmm, maybe that could be solved if people STOPPED HAVING SO MANY FUCKING KIDS.
Oh go fuck yourselves, you self righteous, self absorbed, bible thumping, assholes who can’t keep your own “code of ethics” to your fucking self.
She’s my entire purpose for existence. Without her, I wouldn’t be. I love her with every little molecule in my entire molecular structure. There isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for her. Sometimes I don’t think she has any idea how much I stare at her and admire her. How often I get lost in fantastic thought about her when she’s just cooking something in the kitchen in her cute little shorts. Even though I know she knows these things, I like to pretend she doesn’t so I can tell her over and over again. Telling her how much I love her, dozens of times every day, is something I haven’t been able to stop doing for the 2 and half years we’ve been together. Not to say I’m going to try to stop…
- July 5
- , 2011
