The Batlord

An Edumacation for You Dumb Cunts: Part Vier

Dark Angel

One day I woke up to the feeling of the sun shining on my face. I yawned and stretched my arms over my head before throwing off the covers and getting up for the day. I made pancakes and bacon and just sat eating breakfast and enjoying a pleasant contentment. There was something strange about this morning. I felt happy. I felt ready to go out into the sunshine of a beautiful day and experience every joy that life had to offer! It was disgusting. So I went back to my room, locked the door, drew the blinds, plunging myself into gloom, and threw on some Dark Angel. Soon, the vile optimism, was dispelled and tendrils of glorious nihilism began to creep into my consciousness. As the complex, crushing thrash metal pummeled my brain into submission my mind became numb with sublime horror. The screams of Ron Rhinehart told the tale of life's misery and futility and the evils of man as no one else could. The world which had seemed so bright had become cruel and menacing. All that was left was the wondrous isolation of a ravaged soul incapable of feeling anything but the darkest despair. All was now right with the world.

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