Dreams of the End
I admit I'm in a better frame of mind than I have been since 2011, but there is one thing that has not changed.
Every day, I dream of the Alpaca Lips. I imagine the Earth a quiet realm, except for the voices and movements of the animals, and the ebb and flow of the Earth, Air, Fire, and Water. I bask in the thoughts of every shred of Humanity being erased and replaced with natural, normal things. Good things. Things that do no intentional harm and do not claim dominion over this jewelled planet.
I want us all gone so badly, frankly I ache from the need of it.
Gladly would I surrender my life for this miracle to occur. Most people assume I want the End conditionally, that I might survive it somehow, but that can't be further from the truth. In order for my dream to come true, we all have to die, every human being on planet Earth…as quickly as possible.
The planet needs peace and healing. She will not experience this with even one of our species roaming the surface. There is nothing I would not do to bring about the holy tranquility that would follow the Alpaca Lips.
There isn't a day that goes by, that I don't dream of this.
Every day, I dream of the Alpaca Lips. I imagine the Earth a quiet realm, except for the voices and movements of the animals, and the ebb and flow of the Earth, Air, Fire, and Water. I bask in the thoughts of every shred of Humanity being erased and replaced with natural, normal things. Good things. Things that do no intentional harm and do not claim dominion over this jewelled planet.
I want us all gone so badly, frankly I ache from the need of it.
Gladly would I surrender my life for this miracle to occur. Most people assume I want the End conditionally, that I might survive it somehow, but that can't be further from the truth. In order for my dream to come true, we all have to die, every human being on planet Earth…as quickly as possible.
The planet needs peace and healing. She will not experience this with even one of our species roaming the surface. There is nothing I would not do to bring about the holy tranquility that would follow the Alpaca Lips.
There isn't a day that goes by, that I don't dream of this.