(Source: inventivedemented, via everyonedies)
I sit in my cubicle, here on the motherworld. When I die, they will put my body in a box and dispose of it in the cold ground. And in all the million ages to come, I will never breath, or laugh, or twitch again. So won't you run and play with me here among the teeming mass of humanity? The universe has spared us this moment.
(Source: inventivedemented, via everyonedies)
Who watches the watchmen?
one of my favorite scenes in one of my most favorite comics.