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sometimes i get really excited about the end of the world.
all that destruction. i mean, ultimate, epic destruction... possibly the most beautiful thing i could ever imagine.
maybe i've been listening to too much Tool.

...(no such thing)


it's days like this, clear blue skies, warmth, a pleasant breeze, that make me want to see ash falling from the sky. preferably a black sky.
that happened once. i was living in the hills a few years ago and there was a huge fire near my boyfriend of the time's house. literally just down the road. and there were these huge rock quarries in the middle of the bush that burnt down that we always used to walk through... a couple of days after the fires i was there, and we went for a walk through the then dead bush. the sky was dark and in parts a deep red. ash was slowly falling on our heads and eyelashes. everything was completely blackened, except the rock walls of the quarry. and i sat in there and looked up for a while. everything was so still and perfect and beautiful and dead.

i guess that's when i started admiring the destruction of things. i kinda hate it too, though. i hate the way the majority of the world hate it. i hate the way people get miserable if it rains. the way a 'nice day' can only be a sunny one. i guess it's just how they're brought up to think.

sometimes i just want a huge fire to rage through this part of the world. destroy every material thing i have. reduced to ashes and twisted plasticglassmetal.

hmmm.

but of course, even after a fire things begin to grow again. obviously if it killed any animals or anything they wouldn't grow back, but the plant life does... and eventually more animals show up. but the apocalypse... human life would be over. beautiful, utterly beautiful.

sometimes i wish i held that destructive power