The next step was to do something I’d never done before, take off my clothes for a high sum of money, god damn that tempting mistress that is money, always there, hanging over my head. What should I do I asked myself? And the conclusion was simple. I should just blow up the world, or my world to be exact. There’s no such thing as a single world, and there never will be.
For an entire population of fully functioning beings with their own opinions and free will to go along with one ideal is stupidly impossible, unless of course you beat it into them. If you force your ideals down their throat and hope people follow suit for decades to come, they’ll follow, which is where we are today. Right here right now we’re living someone’s ideal. Who’s? I don’t know but we’re living it and it feels wrong to me. This is why I’ve decided to blow up my world. Not the current world we live in but my world, the world I live in. It’s pointless and meaningless and nobody else notices it, but its there. And if I get rid of it, who’s going to notice? So I’ve placed bombs all over the gaff and they are going to blow
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