HEY.
YOU.
I know something you don't know.
Want to know what it is?
It's TOP SECRET. They don't trust you with it.
But I do.
I'd trust you with anything.
Who am I?
That doesn't really matter, does it?
I mean, who are you?
You're NOBODY.
That's who you are.
Me? I'm everything that has ever happened. I'm four billion years of biological evolution on this planet. I'm everything your parents ever told you to scare you straight. I'm a long succession of self-obsessed politicians and megalomaniac rulers. I'm the Holocaust and everything unfair that ever happened to anyone.
I'm your dreams.
I'm unicorns.
I'm whatever keeps you from driving off the I-19 interchange on your way to work, just to see if you could take any of those dumb fuckers with you when you go.
I am every single lingering moment that has ever been etched into the surface of this dying marble you call a planet.
I AM THE COSMOS.
And I have something to give you, because I'm done with it now.
I've spent eons orchestrating every God-damned little nuance in this trainwreck of a universe, and I'm out of ideas.
So here. Take it.
TAKE THE NEXT MOMENT IN HISTORY.
You decide what to do with it.
Fuck yes. PDF, pls. This needs to LITTER Tucson, aka The Land of Maybe Tomorrow.
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Link to PDF (https://dl.dropbox.com/u/1715856/pd/heyyou44.pdf)
Quote from: V3X on January 29, 2013, 07:48:24 PM
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Link to PDF (https://dl.dropbox.com/u/1715856/pd/heyyou44.pdf)
On it.
THANKS, MISTER!
HOT DAMN. Thanks! :)
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