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Alpaca Lips
Oct. 26th, 2012 10:42 amI joke around alot about about the Alpaca Lips, and I have a lot of people laughing along with me.
But it's all a lie. I do hope for the end of the world. I don't see where I have contributed much of anything to this planet, and I see around me people taking from the Earth but never giving back. I don't see how we, as a race, have done any good whatsoever. People will object to my philosophy and argue that I wanted the endtime, but I'm afraid to die, and part of me hopes I'm one of the survivors. That's not true. I'll be at the front of the line if it helps some species gets to ascend and maybe do much better than the human race. We have been a failed experiment created by some sort of scientist who is embarrassed by his creation gone horribly wrong. It's time to dump the petrie dose and start again.
People say I am morbid and have a death complex. Maybe I do. But I see more harm and more what people would call sin every day, and it never gets better. When my fellow humans rally to save the Earth, they are lying, even though they don't know. The Earth will continue. When they jump and holler about keeping the Earth pristine and unharmed, they are screaming to keep the capable of lf hosting the human parasite. Like I said, the Earth will continue. She'll just shake off the offending creatures that are making her itch, and move along much healthier than before. So the hippies screaming against the conservatives aren't doing any good, nor are the conservatives doing much to harm our planet. She's not our planet. Nothing belongs to us except the mess we have made for ourselves.
So yeah, I hope 12-21 brings a calamity. My own sorrow and guilt will be wiped away right along side the people who suffer the same, yet not realise it. We're a virus, contributing to the Earth our sorrows in the form of destruction. We need to be wiped by the Terrifying Sqeegee of God, and sooner, the better.
But it's all a lie. I do hope for the end of the world. I don't see where I have contributed much of anything to this planet, and I see around me people taking from the Earth but never giving back. I don't see how we, as a race, have done any good whatsoever. People will object to my philosophy and argue that I wanted the endtime, but I'm afraid to die, and part of me hopes I'm one of the survivors. That's not true. I'll be at the front of the line if it helps some species gets to ascend and maybe do much better than the human race. We have been a failed experiment created by some sort of scientist who is embarrassed by his creation gone horribly wrong. It's time to dump the petrie dose and start again.
People say I am morbid and have a death complex. Maybe I do. But I see more harm and more what people would call sin every day, and it never gets better. When my fellow humans rally to save the Earth, they are lying, even though they don't know. The Earth will continue. When they jump and holler about keeping the Earth pristine and unharmed, they are screaming to keep the capable of lf hosting the human parasite. Like I said, the Earth will continue. She'll just shake off the offending creatures that are making her itch, and move along much healthier than before. So the hippies screaming against the conservatives aren't doing any good, nor are the conservatives doing much to harm our planet. She's not our planet. Nothing belongs to us except the mess we have made for ourselves.
So yeah, I hope 12-21 brings a calamity. My own sorrow and guilt will be wiped away right along side the people who suffer the same, yet not realise it. We're a virus, contributing to the Earth our sorrows in the form of destruction. We need to be wiped by the Terrifying Sqeegee of God, and sooner, the better.
