Be sources, be them you

He looked at it. He peered into its motion. He developed it and then developed some respect for it, but never let it control him. A drifting, ambient effect hosted its consumption upon him. It seemed as if the party was just about to start. Leonard Jessup appeared out of the corner of his eye, breaking all hopes of a concentrated effort of any kind. Where Leonard bit him it itched. Leonard did this as a way to mark territory, he knew, but it was in no way professional as this relationship ought to be. Leonard's tooth marks were a day old and hot to the touch. Leonard picked at his left upper incisor and looked satisfied.

Chotimbecy, in short, was lined with a layer of decay that they both saw. In an overtly twisted way, the gratcor seemed to be melting away and peeling the penzotiltos. The core was losing its integrity. They knew it all too well, and they never looked back.

That's what one can do with a random word generator. I think they used to pull this shit out on standardized high school testing as well. Most kids, if I remember correctly, tested themselves more so on the speed ability to finish the test rather than their accuracy. Live and let die. Other sources are dreams, of course, and statements heard internally just prior to falling asleep. Busy, busy, busy.

The world we live in is less sustainable today than it was yesterday. Tomorrow it will lose yet more sustainability. We love to decimate each other and the things around us for what is conventionally known as growth. It ain't rocket science motherfucker, it's the soft, warm truth. Only the strong survive, but if they happened to be ruled by the strongest, then they are simply subjects surviving in an amenities (limited) included ant farm. Laissez faire.