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End of Days

I sometimes sit and think about how I wouldn't mind if the world ended I know its wrong of me to say that at face value, but deep down inside I know we all think it not that the earth itself should be destroyed into oblivion, but the opposite that the world should live on and the cancerous growth of humanity should be cured its a pessimistic way of looking at things , I know, but I cant help but feel this short ride of ours on this planet is careening out of control I'm not a nihilist or an anarchist or an environmentalist nor a masochist for that matter I'm not afraid to die because I believe I will no longer exist when I do but the pointlessness of it all and the blatant disregard for others, other species other lives other kinds other minds disregard for the future for cleanliness leads me to these thoughts, that a septic surplus has arisen on this singularly magnificent gift of life in this one and only known universe and we sit here shitting all over it... I sometimes think it'd be best if we all just left
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lindsay-drew
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Feb 12, 2013
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