Erm.. Do you want me to answer that honestly?
Actually I don't mind that, instead I kinda look forward to that day of damnation..
when people start to live for survival not prosperity.
Well, good friends they joke around with harsh words as in means they do it for fun, so close it'd meant a joke.
But other rude ppl, yeah it's a different thing.
WOW actually.. that would be a cool sight. Although then, in some time, my house would turn into ash and I'd be mixing with the soil back to where I come from.... So, better not happening :(
Don't you hate it when someone steals your last piece of cookie?
Yes, It's kinda annoying to be honest. But in case if you're talking about this idiot,
I don't wish to change whether or not you like it
But in the end, I couldn't care less about their decision on that.
Don't you hate it when you're late for something that happens only for once in a while?
A given mission, mechanical assault, manufactured devotion.
Red eyes, an upside-down form. Even the twisted shape was made to be that way.
No matter how cruel the slaughter, worse than a demon's,
or how gentle the kindness, greater than an angel's,
a machine has neither will nor madness—only code, and a few bugs.
So why, then, does it feel so unbearably sad?