Music is a cure.

What happens after you dont even care anymore. The people involved dont even seem to be bothered. Im too tired to do damage control. I simply dont even care anymore. Let everything crumble and fall wherever it lands.

www.darksites.com/evilplan.php/

Stumbled upon this site. LMAO.

Congratulations on being the creator of a new

Evil Plan (tm)!

Your objective is simple: World Domination.

Your motive is a little bit more complex: Madness

Stage One

To begin your plan, you must first incapacitate a town mascot. This will cause the world to sense a grave disturbance in the force, amazed by your arrival. Who is this demented madman? Where did they come from? And why do they look so good in a robotic exoskeleton?

Stage Two

Next, you must sabotoge the internet. This will all be done from a amusement park, a mysterious place of unrivaled dark glory. Upon seeing this, the world will fall into catatonic trances, as countless hordes of ninjas hasten to do your every bidding.

Stage Three

Finally, you must tauntingly wave your opening of the seven seals, bringing about an unending cacophony of screams. Your name shall become synonymous with fuzzy bunnies, and no man will ever again dare sabotage your music career. Everyone will bow before your mind-boggling insanity, and the world will have no choice but to give you control of the planet.

With no other doubts in my mind. And no regrets of any, Im done. I have resigned to the facts that were presented before me. It not worth the little sanity i have left, to fight any longer. In the words of Coldplay, Science and progress do not speak as loud as my heart. But this time i heard it loud and clear. And im going to listen.

Alot has happened. I feel like throwing up just thinking about it. And why am i the only one worried about this?? I’ll come tumbling down soon enough. One question though, Who is waiting at the bottom of the hill?

 And so i decide.

To try again. Against my own proven better judgement.

Will u disappoint me like the brethren before you?

Guess only time will tell.

For the sake of my own sanity and your life,

i hope you are different.

This time i am not even suiting up.

No armour made up mithril,

invisibility cloak, or thought-screen helmets.

Breathe.

Its going to be like deja-vu.

A repeated dream sequence.

Ground-hog day.

Even before the first break of dawn,

All things will be back to normal.

If it isnt… Well..

We might actually have a chance at fighting climate change.

And that’s another story.

Because,

Wearing a skirt doesn’t make me a woman.

And wearing fake boobs doesn’t make you one either.

How can i not judge and not ask questions…..

How can i be a better person?

What happens to those who get stuck at the back?

Your eyes are front and kept watching the front.

Were you searching the same way i did?

If i never change my pace,

Will you stop the world and melt with me?