“…the world thrives on its faults and strives, by every possible means, to aggravate them, while at the same time masking them like a congenital deformity. The signs are everywhere, though I could not always read them.”
—Thomas Ligotti, Mad Night Of Atonement
How can you “still” judge me after six minutes? Give it 10. Then we shall see.
Goddamn it!
No. Radishes are cool as a cucumber. Or maybe not, since radishes are kinda spicy. But still. Radishes are might the best maybe be.
Edit: I was being silly. Which I never do. So maybe it didn’t come across like that.
There is nothing wrong with suicide.
I’ve never understood why people want to force everyone to stay at a party that they may not want to be at.
I am not encouraging suicide. I’m just saying there is nothing wrong with it.
No, because I still exist.
But yes, because non-existence is relatively close due to my age and health problems.
I am of the opinion that non-existence is better than existence.
“Life is hell, and the sweet still night of absolute death is the annihilation of hell.” —Philipp Mainländer
The ending is a blessing. The beginning was always a curse.
Nonexistence is heaven. I can’t wait. ☻
YouTube sucks just as much as twitter.
Neither. Trick question.
I’d choose the secret third option:
The cyanide pill.