Puddles of Mud

[Pug]

Everyday I wake up and ask God to send me a human who will surprise me
in a good way and change my mind with regard to my misanthropy.
Everyday, after I wake up, I find that humans are the same or worse.

Thank you God for showing me that the majority of humans are puddles
of mud.

Stinky, slimy, dullard brown goos. Once in a while two puddles of mud
get together and make some worms. The worms then turn into puddles of
mud, to start the process all over again.

You can't conversate with puddles of mud. They can only stick to the
bottom of your shoe and trail after you with their stinking smell.
They never go away. If they dry up they can always be rehydrated with
water to start the stinkiness yet again.

Puddles of mud do not think, they have no logic, they have no
intelligence, they have no creativity. They just are and they are
everywhere stinking up the place.

Welcome to the Earth, overpopulated by puddles of mud who will never
become extinct.

Pug

10/9/20

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