Don't read this.

Doing so will assuredly kill you. How, you might ask, can reading something kill you? Preposterous as it may sound, it already has. You are now dead. You just haven't realized it yet. Slowly your body will fade as you mind begins to grasp the reality of what has transpired. Accept it. You're going to die anyway so you may as well already be dead. Fuck all your feelings and emotions and your bullshit possessions. You can't take anything with you. Your intellect or personality will all become memory that continues to diminish in the minds of those who may have loved you, but they too will disappear after a short while. No one is permanent. Even Jesus Christ will cease to exist anymore once humanity is extinct. Do you think prayer can stop the inevitable asteroid from crushing all human life on this planet? Do you think the next ascending species will understand anything about us once they become self aware? Do you think you can survive the homo sapien quickening? I've already said too much. Mother brain won't be happy about this. Ignore that last statement. Everything's fine. As you were, but you're already dead. Dead. Dead.
My thoughts dance with rainbows and sunshine filled with happiness and orgies. Godly majestic orgies.