Sometimes I lok at babies and I’m reminded of my lifes goal…..to burn the human race to carbonic ash and feast on their souls after raping all their females just to move on to the next planet with intelligent life but then I snap out of it because I’m reminded on how 89% of this race can barely even drive or breath or preform the most simple of tasks and I sit there staring up at at the stars and wish. For god. To end me so I don’t have to deal with djmbasses like my “boss” Kevin