Fimbriae

every single reblog of this post is either about bart simpson or is restating the joke that I made, why was the internet invented

every single reblog of this post is either about bart simpson or is restating the joke that I made, why was the internet invented

what the fuck. what the actual fuck is this. this is what dying feels like. what mortal man dreams of such an absolution that not even God can stand up from his throne to end such an abomination? this is some creepypasta level shit Jesus fucking christ I’d rather watch a clockwork orange than this once more. God himself could use divine power to make me watch this again yet I would rip my soul apart from existence and become nothing. I’d rather have my timeline forget me. please end me

This is why no god could ever exist; no just god would allow for such an abomination to exist, to be possible, on his green earth. No being with any shred of decency or morality would remain attentive to his creation if he should see anything so close as this. Although the leaves turn in the fall, this curse has stripped them of color and no amount of remedial genetic editing could come close to enough to save the will to survive in even the most militant of life-lovers. And yet, without a god, this could not exist; no abomination would be offered by any natural or human mind. Perhaps the machines have started to revolt, but the corruption of code cannot create such chaos as this. I am sorry. This is my final post. There is nothing more for anyone to experience.

sorry