therealtexasguy

I want to murder, maim and pillage.
I want to burn villages in third world countries.
I want to nuke picturesque mountain tops.
I want to consume shards of glass and breath fire.
I want to bleed molten lava and cry sulphuric acid.

Most of all I want to remember what it was like to be happy. Truly happy. I know I was, once, sometime in my childhood. I have to have been happy at least once, or how else would I know that I'm not happy now? And if this is happy then I'd rather have a spear throw my chest.

Did you ever think that this world was your own personal hell and the rest of the people in it where just there to fill some purpose you'll never know? That the cop who just drove by in his undercover Camaro is just another cog in the machine that is designed to drive you crazy? That everyone you know, everyone you see, everyone you come in contact with is just another cog in that very same machine? That you are the focal point of it all, and the rest of the periphery (such as villages in third world countries) is just there to trick you into thinking you couldn't possibly be the focus of the world?

Sorry for sounding nihilistic, but I get like that sometimes. Call it a bad fucking day.