bugger burden existing on others

we were playing frisbee on the fairway. marble-sized beetles covered the golf course, and while we stomped about, some beetles were inevitably crusht. i say shit happens and i am told that kind of attitude is adopted to justify killing. More or less.

a surreal vision: perfect (raked) sand bunkers, water hazards with aesthetic value, green as far as the eye can see. . . walls of trees boxing you in for every hole. inches from suburbia.

i am a bastard child and most of us will be forgotten when the day is over.