took pics outside~~ it's cold, cloudy and FALL LEAVES EVYWHERE~~~ :P
oooh and i'm losing sleep btw~
tests tomorrrow.. and the next day.. and the next.. and the next x_X
and monday.
it's endlesssssss
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?