October 25, 2021
Day 4,920.
That's how they get you. Making you think one thing is happening while they're under the covers, pulling all the strings. Some magic show.
I know you've read Dante's Inferno and I know, you're expecting me to instruct you in all the ways to travel here and how to survive in all the levels of Hell and what to do once you get there and you are so spit n' ship outta luck with that, dude. Hell isn't like that.
Yeah, I finally read it. They have it here. They have lots of books here, more than upstairs. They have all the stuff that time steals up there -- and some that time should have stolen down here. Dante is categorized as comedy here. Awesome, huh.
There are no graduated, helical circles in the Pit. There's no portals. You can't joyride anywhere in a phone booth. It's just the Pit. What is it like, then? It's like you.
It's whatever you expect it to be. If you wanna have nine stages and fifteen thousand continues and a velocipede named Greg, you got it. And they will use it, all of it, against you. The crap kickers are more than happy to oblige.
So, don't bother asking me what Hell is like. It's one letter away from Hello. It's a bag a chips. It's a yellow submarine. It's not what it is for you. Stop asking.
That's how they get you. Making you think one thing is happening while they're under the covers, pulling all the strings. Some magic show.
I know you've read Dante's Inferno and I know, you're expecting me to instruct you in all the ways to travel here and how to survive in all the levels of Hell and what to do once you get there and you are so spit n' ship outta luck with that, dude. Hell isn't like that.
Yeah, I finally read it. They have it here. They have lots of books here, more than upstairs. They have all the stuff that time steals up there -- and some that time should have stolen down here. Dante is categorized as comedy here. Awesome, huh.
There are no graduated, helical circles in the Pit. There's no portals. You can't joyride anywhere in a phone booth. It's just the Pit. What is it like, then? It's like you.
It's whatever you expect it to be. If you wanna have nine stages and fifteen thousand continues and a velocipede named Greg, you got it. And they will use it, all of it, against you. The crap kickers are more than happy to oblige.
So, don't bother asking me what Hell is like. It's one letter away from Hello. It's a bag a chips. It's a yellow submarine. It's not what it is for you. Stop asking.