That day has come, whence humanity plunges into an abysmal decadence, whence the ideal of individuality has become an object of mass marketing, whence the laughter of trivial conversation has been replaced by the inhuman silence of dancing in nightclubs.
Only one glimmer of hope, one shimmering light in the horrible blackened miasma of impersonality, one burning candle enlightening the days of those desperately diverging from this road to perdition.
And he is here, Red as the last rays of light before darkness. YOUR last hope of absolution, for under his faceless taunting, jibbing and foul-mouthing lies the last raison d'être to your pathetically meaningless life.
Red is the blood that shall escape anally. Check your ass, mofo, because the pounding will be hard to take.
Why are you here, may I ask you? Maybe the question I should be asking is why am I asking you about something I already know? Maybe your passionless life has led you here in an ironic twist of fate. Maybe your mindless sinking into the freezing sea of the Internet has plunged you straight into this underwater cave where seeps the last rays of light before the abyss. Maybe some idiot showed you a link to this site in the vain hope of impressing you. Maybe you're here because you were looking for this, me, and found it. Now, the real question is wether life is lived to gaze at the sky or rather, to stare at the sea?
Red
