Death awaits, and drools. Death is a predator, and it will hunt you all! I regret that and I choose to ignore it yet I can’t cover the sun with my thumb for long. It will eat me,too.

It’s a shame I have to leave this earth without accomplishing much. It’s a shame I have to leave it without seeing most of what it has to offer. I’m sorry,Earth. It’s a lonesome place down in the grave. It’s lonesome,dark, and limited. I hate to be limited. I will hate my grave. But I will entertain the thought that it’s the hands of my mother holding me close, and I will see my mother and she will be combing my hair. Oh precious tears! Do flow for you are not captives anymore!

I have a millennium of cries trapped in my chest. They tear me from the inside and slash my throat at ease. My cries nourish the flames,and the ocean, and they accelerate…

And then he approached the crimson windows and looked out to the ornamental universe that lay dressed in green and blue. An obscure pattern of tyrannical grace and chaos fused in one body.

He tries to argue with the voices in his head but to no avail. They don’t talk to him, they talk to each other. Oh beautiful, beautiful universe! Deliver his mind from its capturers! Oh deliver it from the pangs of pain! Deliver it from its haunting obsessions!

Out there, in the wide universe, I see my Angel in white calling for me. Yes, I see her still. There she is, standing by that patch of green; with her arms wide open as if they await to embrace my shattered shell! I see dozens of black birds floating in the air over her head. Diabolical contrast! Go away you wicked beings! Let my Angel be!

The sweet sensation of the carving of my virgin skin. The engaging appeal of the sounds of sliced bloody flesh. Black birds! You shan’t have my Angel! My blood flows like a river of glittering pearls. My life juices run between my cut fingers and hurry down to kiss the red floor. I kiss you, my elixir.

wow!

I am crying now, even though I’m in a public place. Some people are not worthy of being called Human. They are not even animals. They are deformed spirits, they are ugly, cruel, and NOTHINGS. I hate them, I hate them so much!
I have just visited a horrible site that should be shut down, the deformed behind it should be all punished,they should be tortured in public,they should be put in glass jars like they put the harmless kittens and cats. I hate them so much. Oh, god this is unutterable! I can’t take this. They should be fed with a tube like they feed the poor helpless souls, I am sorry I saw that. I am sorry they are called human. If being human had any hint close to what they are, I renounce being human. I don’t want to belong to a species that does those unspeakable acts to creatures.

I can almost feel like that trapped kitten, I swear I can. It’s slow death, and those deformed who watch and buy such “living ornaments” are wicked. They are wretched fiends! Demons…Monsters! I foreswear them ..I HATE THEM!

How could they do that? I really can’t understand and I will NEVER begin to imagine how these deformed treat the incapacitated creatures in that SICK way! I supplicate God for a sudden withdrawal of pain from their tiny bodies as they are pushed into the jars, I pray that they are spared the misery and torment.

The Mighty King will punish them, God will anathemize them. His penalty will be swift and decisive,and they will dwell in infernal torment and eternal damnation. I condemn them, I curse them, I beshrew them all. I invoke the Angels of heaven,and those of the Darkest Hell, I invoke Satan and his offspring to haunt them! I damn them!

May they find no rest as long as their subjects are in pain, May all the wretchedness of the world fall upon their deformed heads, May every sinful disease find its way into their bodies and devour them alive, May they burn endlessly in the arms of Hell.

Everyone *knows* cats are on a higher level of existence. These silly humans are just to big-headed to admit their inferiority.
Just think what a nicer world this would be if it were controlled by cats.
You wouldn’t see cats having waste disposal problems.
They’re neat.
They don’t have sexual hangups. A cat gets horny, it does something about it.
They keep reasonable hours. You *never* see a cat up before noon.
They know how to relax. Ever heard of a cat with an ulcer?
What are the chances of a cat starting a nuclear war? Pretty neglible. It’s not that they can’t, they just know that there are much better things to do with ones time. Like lie in the sun and sleep. Or go exploring the world.