And one after another, we drop out of a womb into our mindless corruption. Like some kind of industrial factory, mindlessly racing to surpass a set amount of product.

Because we are all product. Yet we like to think of ourselves highly.

Since the first dropped out of a womb,

the first dropped out on all of us. Let us down and condemned

our already-otiose continuance.

But we wear our pretexts, and pretend everything’s just fucking swell. Ever since we walked this planet, we gained this assumed sense of superiority over any other living creature on it.

Cleopatra, used crushed carmine beetles to give a deep scarlet color to her lips. Shimmering lipstick was originally made with pearlescence found in fish scales. The majestically awe-inspiring Queen of Egypt, masked on the dead carcasses of small animals.

Geishas in Japan, used to apply nightingale excrement on their face to achieve a lighter complexion. Beautiful grace and allure built on shit.

Just after all we’re all built on corpses, shit and waste.

Everything we’ve ever accomplished is because of something else’s sacrifice.

There,there. Stop crying, smear out your eyeliner.