"You see, there are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. Indeed that’s what we provide in our own modest, humble, insignificant… oh, fuck it."
I was thinkin’ about death and all. And about seein’ how you’re gonna die. I mean, on one hand, if dyin’ was all you thought about, it could kinda screw you up. But it could kinda help you, couldn’t it? Because you’d you know that everything else you can survive.