well weep not, children of adam. tonight is not the night you die. least, unless i get my shit together really fucking quickly. i suppose its possible. as always then, i recomend you reconcile yourself with the notion that tonight is the last night of the world. there isn't really any point to hiding in bomb shelters or fall out areas. nor to saying goodbye to your loved ones; it turns out love is a lie & you're genes have been fooling you all along.
i might have something worth saying now that i've shed myself of my shell, hermit crab like.