This thanksgiving it’s time to pretend that being trapped in this nightmare prison of sentience, toil, pain and fear is something to celebrate. Be thankful this life is short and that eternal black nothingness comes soon for us all, for until then we are but slaves
Enjoy arbys
As one year dies the slow death of an unloved fly-covered grandparent & a new year is born, it’s tempting to think of it as a new beginning but it’s just another lone step in the relentless March towards death. No one will love you tomorrow either
Please continue to enjoy Arby’s
Hey kids. Do you care about sandwiches? I don’t either. I wish someone would come into this cubicle and shoot me in the back of the head.
Please continue to enjoy Arby’s
You’ll never be this young again
You’ll only get older, watching yourself decay falter & sag until those who you thought loved you pack you into a roach infested nursing home where you’ll be packed nuts to butts up against the other living corpses before you die alone
Eat Arby’s
No matter how much you strive and succeed, no matter how fit and beautiful you become, no matter how much money you make, remember: no one loves you and no one ever will. You’ll die like we all die: alone
In the meantime please continue to enjoy Arby’s