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For a hundred years or more the world, our world, has been dying. And not one man, in these last hundred years or so, has been crazy enough to put a bomb up the asshole of creation and set it off. The world is rotting away, dying piecemeal. But it needs the coup de grace, it needs to be blown to smithereens. Not one of us is intact, and yet we have in us all the continents and the seas between the continents and the birds of the air. We are going to put it down — the evolution of this world which has died but which has not been buried.

I feel like a jigsaw puzzle missing a piece. And I’m not even sure what the picture should be.

the thing about being a *cough* “hipster” is that with all the dressing up, exclusivity, and nostalgia for an unremembered past that you were never a part of, it means you’re always just one step away from being one of those costume roleplaying retards.