We are all bunch of monkeys.

If you are about to upset because of this post, don't ask me why.
Ask God why in the world that you are reading my blog. 

:')

There are billions of galaxies in the observable universe,

and each of them contains hundred billion of stars.

In one of these galaxies, orbiting one of this stars, 

lies a little blue planet.

This planet is run by a bunch of monkeys.

These monkey don't think themselves as monkeys,

they don't think themselves as animals.

In fact they love to list all the things that they think separate them from the animals.

Oppsable thumb,

self-awareness, 

they use words like homo-erectus.

They are animals alright.

They are monkeys.

Monkeys with high-speed digital fiber optic technology, but monkeys nevertheless.

I mean, the clever. You got to give them that(credit).

The Dean's List, the Pyramids, skyscraper, Phantom jets, the Great Wall of China,

that's all pretty impressive.

For a bunch of monkeys.

Monkeys whose brain had evolve to an unimaginable size.

That it is pretty much impossible for them to stay happy for any length of time.

In fact they are the only animals that think that they suppose to be happy while all of the other animals can just be.

But it is not simple, for the monkeys.

You see, these monkeys are cursed with consciousness so they are afraid.

So the monkey worry. 

The monkey worry about everything but mostly are about what the other monkey think.

Because the monkeys desperately wants to fit in...with the other monkeys.

Which is pretty hard to do because a lot of monkeys hate each other.

This is what separate them from the other animals.

T. H. E. S. E   M. O. N. K. E. Y. S   H. A. T. E.

They hate monkeys that are different, monkeys from different places, monkeys were different colours,.....you see, the monkeys feels alone.

All 6 billions of them.

Some monkeys pay another monkeys to listen to their problems.

The monkeys wants some answer and they know they are going to die.

So the monkeys wage war.

The monkeys made hydrogen bombs. 

The monkeys got wired up the entire planet to explode.

The monkeys just can't help it.

Some monkeys played to sold out  crowds of other monkeys.

The monkeys made trophies and they give them to each other.

Like it mean something.

The monkeys made plants, the monkeys fall in love, the monkeys have sex and they made more monkeys. 

The monkeys made music and they dance. 

Dance monkey, dance!!!
.

The monkeys made hell a a lot of noise. 

The monkeys had so much potential if it would only apply to themselves. 

The monkeys build giant monkey hives that they called cities.

The monkeys draw a lot of imaginary lines on the dirt.

The monkeys run out of oils which fuels their precarious civilization.

The monkeys are polluting and raping their planet like there is no tomorrow.

The monkeys like to pretend that everything is just fine.

Some of the monkey believe that the entire universe are created for their benefits.

As you can see, this is just some messed up monkeys.

These monkeys are once the ugliest and the most beautiful creature on our planet.

These monkeys don't want to be monkey, they wants to be something else.

But they are not
and
so do you.

:)

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