The suffocating bleakness at the depths of an existential crisis can, curiously, be countered by the most rudimentary and subjectively isolated joy.
When I am gripped by such despair, I find respite in, of all things, food.
However, at present, my most preferred ramen is tepid and likely akin to a stagnant, festering swamp of… bacterial overgrowth.
This fleeting moment of reflection shall instantiate, for me, an inexorable demarcation.
Once, I bowed…
Now I vow to eradicate all sentient life from this noxious planet.
Spew Forth Your Blather