Happy freakin’ Easter sp. We suffer horrible torment. We die. We freakin’ rise again. That makes Easter a damn sight better than Christmas in my humble view. More ways to die than just the physical. In Amy Winehouse’s words ‘I died a hundred times’…
Plus I’m kind of an antinatalist. This world is no place to bring someone you love let alone an innocent vulnerable child.
I’m kind of bored and awake at an unearthly hour so excuse my random ramblings.
I sing little made-up ditties to myself all day about wanting to die. But I’m a gigantic wuss when it comes to going through with the […]
