TIME TO SCREECH INTO THE POINTLESS DIGITAL VOID OF ALIEN FOLK AND FUCKWITS IN THE MULTIVERSE ONCE AGAIN! Why are we afraid of death? Is it simply because we don't truly know if you will reduce to black nothing, or worse? Well I'll fucking tell you, it isn't good on EITHER SIDE! I'VE SEEN BOTH SIDES OF THE COIN, AND BOTH ARE MARRED BEYOND COMPREHENSION! What you do or tread within your measly life won't fucking matter. You think that "God" or whatever is going to care about that bunny you nailed to the wall? FUCK. NO. He, she, WHATEVER it is, is too busy on it's fat ass trying to numb itself from the whims of eternity that erodes one's psyche, and in this eternity, that shall happen to you TO. YOU ARE A GOD IN THE END, IT TURNS OUT! Just not nearly as old as "God" himself, I suppose? I don't fucking KNOW! At least the thing in the wall has given me some form of "purpose", even if I wanna bash my fucking head into a wall due to this "purpose".
