Well technically before any major shit happens, there's usually a chain of minor shit occurrences that take place for quite some time. The bad thing with this shit minority is that you can't smell them coming. Heck, they're fucking everywhere but you just can't notice them - your sense data simply considers them as negligible.
And when the major shit is about to happen right in front of your shit-struck face, you go like "Oh motherfucker hell no this shit ain't happening." And then it happens. "Oh shit," that's what you usually tell yourself afterwards.
But there's this shit we usually term as supreme.
God, no. Save us.
Supreme Shit: You're dead.
Imagine though that I've been through one and I made it out barely alive. At least I am. And I'm telling you, you're not going to like it.
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Maya. It's a very interesting place, or rather, state. By being false, the world becomes perfect. This is in no way connected with any of my unedited blog posts, but I'm quite sure you're going to have an amusing read.
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