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To add to that...
There a days when I love life, am elated, thankful to be one Earth. Other days I loathe it. It's almost like a cruel fucking joke....
It's like... "Hey there sweet, innocent, newborn human; welcome to the world! You were in some strange void before this, or maybe in heaven, but this is planet Earth! Make yourself at home, but only for a little while! Feel free to reproduce while you're here, it may be the only significant thing you do! Oh, b-t-dub, you're comprised of millions of these neat-o things we call "cells"... yeah, there's a bunch of them shits, but no worries; give it a while (if you're lucky enough to avoid disaster and live long enough), they'll deteriorate. Your body will begin to fail you eventually, until you're all wrinkled skin, bag of brittle bones, can't see a foot in front of you... everything will ache, yeah... thing's start to fall apart. It really is as bad as it sounds! You may even live out the remaining 2 weeks of your life in a hospital bed with restricted visiting time... patiently awaiting your demise. Everyone you care about will begin to die, this is inevitable. Again, no worries! Shortly thereafter, you'll die! I mean... you'll return to the void. Or heaven... whatever! Someone who loved you or something while you were here will have your useless vasculature pumped full of a smelly preservative... haha, funny, I know!!... as if you won't consume enough of those buggers at breakfast, lunch, and dinner over the next few decades!; it's in everything we eat, ya know! Twinkies don't decay! Still fresh in twenty years! Eventually, you'll find your way into a big, stupid, expensive box which will serve only to shield you from the elements.... that stuff called earth that you're supposed to go back into and such. No biggie. LOLOL! People will make a spectacle of you for a few hours. Not depressing at all! Oh, make sure you open a savings account/purchase life insurance while your career is at its peak so that these expenses will be covered... even though you won't be around to give a damn about them! Tata, now. Good luck! And try to keep your head up for the next 60-85 years. It's NO BIG DEAL!"
Wooooo-T.
Goodnight.
There a days when I love life, am elated, thankful to be one Earth. Other days I loathe it. It's almost like a cruel fucking joke....
It's like... "Hey there sweet, innocent, newborn human; welcome to the world! You were in some strange void before this, or maybe in heaven, but this is planet Earth! Make yourself at home, but only for a little while! Feel free to reproduce while you're here, it may be the only significant thing you do! Oh, b-t-dub, you're comprised of millions of these neat-o things we call "cells"... yeah, there's a bunch of them shits, but no worries; give it a while (if you're lucky enough to avoid disaster and live long enough), they'll deteriorate. Your body will begin to fail you eventually, until you're all wrinkled skin, bag of brittle bones, can't see a foot in front of you... everything will ache, yeah... thing's start to fall apart. It really is as bad as it sounds! You may even live out the remaining 2 weeks of your life in a hospital bed with restricted visiting time... patiently awaiting your demise. Everyone you care about will begin to die, this is inevitable. Again, no worries! Shortly thereafter, you'll die! I mean... you'll return to the void. Or heaven... whatever! Someone who loved you or something while you were here will have your useless vasculature pumped full of a smelly preservative... haha, funny, I know!!... as if you won't consume enough of those buggers at breakfast, lunch, and dinner over the next few decades!; it's in everything we eat, ya know! Twinkies don't decay! Still fresh in twenty years! Eventually, you'll find your way into a big, stupid, expensive box which will serve only to shield you from the elements.... that stuff called earth that you're supposed to go back into and such. No biggie. LOLOL! People will make a spectacle of you for a few hours. Not depressing at all! Oh, make sure you open a savings account/purchase life insurance while your career is at its peak so that these expenses will be covered... even though you won't be around to give a damn about them! Tata, now. Good luck! And try to keep your head up for the next 60-85 years. It's NO BIG DEAL!"
Wooooo-T.
Goodnight.