The healthy human mind doesn't wake up in the morning thinking this is it's last day on Earth. But I think that's a luxury, not a curse. To know you're close to the end is a kind of freedom. Because out of all our vast array of nightmares, this is the one we choose for ourselves. We go forward like a breath exhaled from the Earth. With vigor in our hearts and one goal in sight.
Aim= iAsphyxia, Gamertag= zAsphyxia
I have a dream, most nights. Starts on a playground. There's kids swinging, laughing, dogs barking, butteflies flapping their wings. Then all of a sudden you hear a rumbling. Then over the horizon comes a black cloud, made of cancer, puss. It starts sweeping over the playground. Everyone starts screaming and clawing their eyes and pulling at their hair, screaming "help, help what do we do?" You know what happens next? Out steps me, wielding the biggest fucking shotgun you've ever seen in your life, and you know what I do? I blow everything fucking thing away, and I am getting Gods work done. When its all over and the dust settles, the whole world gathers below me, and they say "thank you, thank you for helping, being a great man, doing this for us." You know what I say? "No need to thank me, I'm just a guy with a gun."
