World Gone FUBAR · Flushing · It's Exactly As You Crafted It
⁘ “"You trying to save the world or something?" So actually, really, no. The world is technically speaking "FUBAR". It doth not seem like it's looking to be saved on any level. Heavyweight battle parties rolling onward into the future, gazing at the world through myopic periscopes. I witness & watch the world pass by. What I've said is said — and I'm done.”
"You trying to save the world or something?"
So actually, really, no.
The world, as I see it, is in a state technically called "FUBAR".
Beyond that, it doth not seem like the world is looking to be saved on any level.
We have such a weave rolling onward into the future in a particular constellation.
These heavyweight tanks with their barrels and their operators with their myopic periscopes,
all zoned to a particular direction –
their self-aggrandization, their dominion,
the dominion of their particular faction or alignment.
And the crowds are still cheering behind this leadership.
So does it look like it's seeking to be saved or jolted out of it.
And what I do?
Smirk, witness, watch the world pass by.
Things that I wish to say, I've said, and I keep saying,
but I expect them to amount to nothing at all.
They are simply things that need to be said.
When I've said them, I've done my dues,
I've paid my bills to what the existence has imprinted on me,
and my job is done.
It goes as it must, and you all are the crafters of its destiny.