Cold, hard science.

It's all that matters. Abortion produces no moral qualms in me. Altering our own genes is perfectly fine. When you die, that's it.

Science marches on, grinding on, like the cold steel cogs of a machine that cannot be stopped. If you try, your frail body will be coldly smashed to bloody bits.

Etc.

 

pwnd.

*high five and buttsecks

 

What the hell is wrong with your head?
Nothing matters.

 

Babies screaming, blood running by my boots, sky filled with flames and smoke, reflecting in my eyes, burning, flames, the bodies of the slain strewn by my feet as I march on, grinding the weak and helpless below my boots. They smash to bits as my feet coldly SMASH THEM TO BITS LAUGHING WITH INDIFFERENCE AS THEY ARE TORN TO PIECES WHILE STILL ALIVE, WAR, WAR BLOOD DEATH GORE DEADLY LIGHTS IN YOUR EYES MORE SCREAMING AS I GUT ANIMALS WITH MY KNIFE AS I RULE OVER A BROKEN WORLD POWER POWER POWER POWER

 

Dude, are you okay Shredder? What happened to you?

 

Nothing.

 

I saw bloody tits so i decided to post, but then I realized that you were lame enough and that you wrote bloody bits.

 

What about cats? Do you like them?

 

I'll work you into the next one, if you want.

 

Hmm, i don't know whether this is depressing or enlightening.

 

old news

 

no u pls

 

So its going to be a bloody vagina next time?

OOO /win

 

I love lamp.