I’m just waiting for the spaceships to show up and be like “Earth people, this is a simulation. Your entire existence is a simulation. You have failed as a race, and are too violent.”
Like when is this gonna happen?
Nobody will come dance, will come dance upon our grave, nobody will come dance, will come dance with us.Pale White. Yann Tiersen & Shannon Wright. 2004.
The sun is out, and it’s callous and stout, and I can’t conceive of this loneliness.Callous Sun. Yann Tiersen & Shannon Wright. 2004.