My metaphorical gun has run out of bullets, and not one of them has found its way into my head.
I put a gun to Gods head. He smiled, and held out his hand, revealing six spent gun casings. I pull the trigger anyway, and as time goes backwards I return to the ****** void from which I emerged. Too young for a gun license; I'll have to try again next time around.
In the meantime, God plays games with me, and I am powerless to intervene, powerless to put a stop to this simulated insanity. God only gives guns to men.
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 9:00 AM UTC
My metaphorical gun has run out of bullets, and not one of them has found its way into my head.
I put a gun to Gods head. He smiled, and held out his hand, revealing six spent gun casings. I pull the trigger anyway, and as time goes backwards I return to the ****** void from which I emerged. Too young for a gun license; I'll have to try again next time around.
In the meantime, God plays games with me, and I am powerless to intervene, powerless to put a stop to this simulated insanity. God only gives guns to men.
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