I Mean, When The World Comes For

Terror Is The Desire To Save Your Own Ass, But Horror Is Rooted In Sympathy.

It Was Like Wondering How Evil Had Come Into The World Or What Happens To A Person After He Dies: An Interesting Philosophical Exercise, But Also Curiously Pointless, Since Evil And Death Happened, Regardless Of The Why And The How And What-it-meant.

I Have Nothing To Say For Myself, Only That I Have Always Tried To Make This Earth A Little Bit Better

I Hope If There Is Another World, We Will Not Be Judged Too Harshly For The Things We Did Wrong Here—that We Will At Least Be Forgiven For The Mistakes We Made Out Of Love.

And He Paddled Away In His Douche Canoe.