society is deflating like a beach ball on a coral reef. meanwhile just a few yards inland, the same distance it takes a vacationing douchebag to chase down the waiter, with the sole purpose of the physical exertion being to inform him exactly how they fucked up their margarita ("No salt!"), we are climbing up vines like a loquacious cadre of capuchin monkeys in order to avoid the vast devastation of the oncoming tide. unfortunately, we all stopped short of the waterline so we could pull the iPhones out of our monkey asses & check our fucking facebooks. who knows, maybe Kevin Costner will "like" our final status updates?
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