Foot to sand, sand to particles. I walk across the desolate planet with no real idea in mind.
Foot to sand, sand to particles. I walk across the desolate planet with no real idea in mind.
You see, an idea is a little like a fungus; it plants itself into your head and sorta festers a little bit before reproducing over and over again until it can't anymore. This isn't the case this time around because I just sprayed fungicide, so now all the fungi are dead. And this analogy is stupid because this is 3025 and fungi don't exist anymore. What the heck!!!
I continue to walk. It's fairly boring, for the most part. Who knew overtaking a dictator would be so hard? I wish I never signed up for this stupid thing anyway, maybe then I wouldn't be stuck in the cold desolate future. When did it get so COLD--
JESUS CHRIST! Was there a reason for that gust of wind just now?
...wait, did I just hear something?
if youre an examply slave then pls dont hurt me
otherwise SHOW YOURSELF!
huh...
i guess it really WAS the wind!
its just like those scenes in the cartoons! heheheOh what the fuck
