So the wind was getting really pissed at me.

"Hey, I'm tryin' to blow here -- could you keep it the fuck down!" it said.

But I was crying all my bullshit and infantile human angst into the wind and, in terms of both timbral complexity and sheer amplitude, I was clearly kicking the wind's ethereal ass.

And this wasn't just another instance of self-involved adolescent self-indulgence, either. And -- even if it WAS -- it was ALSO done totally in support of and solidarity with the global insurgency against all of Nature and her profoundly stupid excesses and numerous tone-deaf inconsistencies.

The goal of this insurgency is to continually show up Nature at every turn, so, sooner or later, all of Nature, in unison, gets really pissed off and, out of blind rage, starts making gross intercontinental mistakes.

Then, when Nature has made one too many of these unforgivable public relations errors, finally the fucking masses will catch on and get really pissed at Nature too and join our cause, and eventually, when all the people of the world stand united against her, Nature will be defeated in one horrific final battle in the mud of Antarctica and will have to agree to our terms: to just go the fuck away and leave us the fuck alone and go find some other bad luck solar system to crap all over.

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