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Being an Archive of the Obscure Neural Firings Burning Down the Jelly-Pink Cobwebbed Library of Doom that is The Mind of Quentin S. Crisp

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

So Goodbye...

Well, the front page of The Independent today features a story telling us that Global Warming is past the point of no return. I suppose that's it, then.

We are officially fucked.



There is really no point in ever doing or saying anything ever again. We will, of course, because, unfortunately, we don't have the option of 'waking up dead'.

There's nothing we can do. Will the fact that The Independent runs this story change anything? No. Why? Because it's already too late and because human beings are incapable of change. There are even people protesting about the price of oil, for god's sake, campaigning for their right to destory the planet more cheaply and quickly.

We should at least do the decent thing and just stop having children.

Well, I'd just like to take this opportunity to say goodbye, not because I don't think I'll see or talk to you again, but because none of us are going to say or do a single thing of any significance before the end, anyway, so I might as well say goodbye now. I can't say it's been great, but... well, that's it, actually.

We are already dead.
Comments:
yeah, this sucks. But still maybe hawkings cloud will get her first. We also have nukes. Thats good for ending things to. Maybe the birds or the air travel can get us some nice virus. Who knows...
 
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