"...with the gun of death pressed against your head..."
(if you don't mind me qoting myself)
Immersed in a stillstand-bound universe (about to blow up**), rounded up by nature that doesn't give a damn (or which damns, actually), with the gun of death pressed against our heads ...dreaming of eternal happiness - who the hell are we??
*with a hole in the hulk designed by a mad angel and cut out by a greedy couple;
**just covering more possible options; I wouldn’t like to put anyone off my blog owing to my being conspicuously unscientific, but I have to admit I don’t keep up with physics - as a metaphysician, all I need to know, I guess, is that I sometimes trip over it.
Top photo: (via: http://elitedaily.com; the story: "Man Accidentally Kills His Friend After Putting Gun To His Head To Scare Away His Hiccups")
Bottom photo: us (via: calvarychapelabuse.com/wordpress)
