I just thought about why not to workout. I’m already thinking about buying workout headbands and doing all day. But apparently my inspiration will soon pass and I will not do anything further.
I just thought about why not to workout. I’m already thinking about buying gym bags for women and doing all day. But apparently my inspiration will soon pass and I will not do anything further.
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?