today i tripped over my shoes, got up and sang the blues,

they came out purple......I cant even be sad right

blah blah blah, reverse then back
again forward, and then stop

I was thinkin about how fucked up our situation is on this planet, no need to explain that, even if your idea of why it's fucked up is different then mine. Sure life can be beautful but...
i realized that if the world does come to an end, the only thing i'd really be sad about is all of the art that would be lost. So, what i'm gonna do is build some kind of underground bunker, and its gonna have a record player inside running off some kind of power generator, and when the aliens come to visit our destroyed shell of a planet after we're all gone, they'll find the room and when they open the door mozart is gonna start playing and the room is gonna be filled with the best albums of all time so the aliens can just rock out to whatever they want and see that even though we fucked ourselves over and blew up the planet we still managed to create some beautiful stuff. Although they might not understand it at all, cuz their ears and brains are different or whatever or they exist in another dimension i dunno theyre fuckin aliens, but it's worth a shot.