Burn it all away.

I want to crack open all the oil tankers like multicolored pills and pour their inky blackness into the oceans.

The forests and jungles are the tinder, our ignorance and meaningless existences is just the fluff used to puff things up.

The asphalt covered earth is the flint, or perhaps our own personal spit to spin our lives like meat upon a rotisserie?

Catch a fire! One quick strike, a spark and we're off to the funeral pyres.

Chemical burns and acid rains. The sky smolders, the smoke slowly chokes on the smog.

Fat sizzles against the flame, burning fast and furious, the fire flails wildy at the sky, reaching effervescently towards the heavens.

The earth and oceans burn savagely against each other, competing fiercely for the air that remains. Even in death our hunger remains, we don't want to burn first so we'll all burn alone.

I know where to get chicken soup, but where do I go for chemotherapy of my soul?