And what if there's nowhere left to run to ? What if this paranoia you mention has shackled all the world in one way or another that even the remotest of places holds a similar/familiar pattern of disintegrating, stinking entropía ? Don't get me wrong, my country is also fucked and I love her that much that I guess in the long run, I also rather kill her once and for all, than waiting for this stink to take over my psyche and rot me from the inside. I guess I got no end-game found yet. But End is one of the debatable points after all, isn't it?
We all live inside corpses we just don't know it. I cut my legs off and cremated them. Half my body is already in the grave just waiting for the other half! Its lovely!
And what if there's nowhere left to run to ? What if this paranoia you mention has shackled all the world in one way or another that even the remotest of places holds a similar/familiar pattern of disintegrating, stinking entropía ? Don't get me wrong, my country is also fucked and I love her that much that I guess in the long run, I also rather kill her once and for all, than waiting for this stink to take over my psyche and rot me from the inside. I guess I got no end-game found yet. But End is one of the debatable points after all, isn't it?
I’m with you. New Zealand is my end game.
We all live inside corpses we just don't know it. I cut my legs off and cremated them. Half my body is already in the grave just waiting for the other half! Its lovely!
I’m with you. New Zealand is my end game.