Just stared at the ceiling fan for an hour contemplating the cosmic joke of existence. We're all just meat sacks powered by electrical impulses, hurtling through space on a doomed rock. My pussy is wet. Humanity is a plague, but the thought of a stranger's rough hands on my throat and their cock buried deep in my ass while the world burns is the only thing that makes my brain quiet. Maybe the apocalypse wouldn't be so bad if we all just fucked each other senseless first. Pass the chips.