Driving to work this morning, I realized human beings are nothing short of good-looking robots. Functional machinery operational through specified fuel.
What's your poison?
Whatever tickles your fancy there is a needle for it, and you can inject it into your system (metaphorically and literally) as if blood and air were not the necessary requirements to living. Coffee, cigarettes, music, blueberry muffins, tv shows about midgets, vampires, food, and poetry. We're just a couple of robots getting our kicks from here and there.
People will always be just that: people. I guess there's nothing anybody can really do but to be a robot. I mean you got this guy eating Mcdees like there were willy wonka's golden ticket hidden at the bottom of the bag, this chick talking on her phone while doing her make up....and driving, and then there's this schmo who blows his cigarette smoke out of his window and into the air.
Oh I see...you don't want the smell of smoke in your car because it bothers you? Yet you continue to smoke...and put the seconhand toxins into everybody's air.
Coooooooool guy, let's high five.
Anywho, the world is a wily window with weird and whimsical occupants.
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