They’re not cute, nothing is cute about poop.

What’s worse is being a piece of poop in real life. Someone who constantly makes mistakes and ruins everything. What’s worse is feeling like poop all the time, whether you exercise or eat right, or do try to do your best. But it will never be good enough. Because deep down you already know that you will always be a piece of poop. So why bother. I guess just let down the facade and show everyone your vulnerability? That you’ve made mistakes and that you’re not perfect? that you wish you could go back and be something else, before you were poop? But you can’t. I don’t think there is anything after you’ve become poop. Maybe you fertilize something, but what if it’s cat poop sitting in a damn litter box? Smelling to high heaven. You’re crap and you know it. End of Mush, it’s just crap, everyone knows it. You use it as a crutch to get people to like you, maybe, I mean that’s what I’ve heard. Make stupid little code mush for people to get my attention, HEY OVER HERE LOOK AT Me! I’m special, like a little kid. I hate myself for having no idea or conscious idea that I was doing that? Or maybe I’m questioning my very existence or the very idea of self-expression/art? Why does anyone do anything?

A GIANT MUSHY POOP. ‘Tis all it is or ever will be.