Life is plastic It's fantastic There is saliva in my plastic There is stomach in my plastic There is intestine in my plastic There is liver in my plastic There is blood in my plastic There are 1.2 kidneys in my plastic My eyes glaze over, I see plastic flowing through my vision My reproductive organs have been taken from me I cannot scream, for there is plastic where there should be air. I am made of crude oil, and I am here to burn. Everything is fire, just as Heraclitus said.

Thank you for your nice comment, but I am actually a US Marine who was born to kill, whereas clearly you seem to have mistaken me for some sort of wine sipping, communist ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. And although peace probably appeals to tree hugging bi-sexuals like you and your parents, I happen to be a death-dealing, blood-crazed warrior who wakes up every day just hoping for the chance to dismember my enemies and defile their civilizations. Peace sucks a hairy ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, cuck. War is the mother-♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ answer.