Year 9999 and after that, 10000. In the future how will we say that? The year ten thousand? Does it just seem weird to me? In the future how will we say that?
We won't, Nico. You won't be here, the world probably won't even be here. What about an after life then, for the world? Some humans insist we have an after life, so why shouldn't the world have one. Isn't it in our nature to pick up the pieces? I'm sure the others could do that for us, carry on our legacy. But what if there aren't any others, Nico? There will be though. There will be some ridiculous invention to perserve a number of trained persons to re-create the world and way of society.
You won't even be here, Nico. You'll be dead. Whether it is your partner or children who have you burried, that is where you will spend you're dead of life. Oh fuck, shit, I can't believe that is going to happen to me. I'll just be laying there in a coffin, being eaten by whatever dirty creatures are next to me. Are they putting me in the ground because I am closer to a 'Hell' that way? Well, it seems it if they expect me to just lay there without being able to move or talk, stuck inside my own head, arguing with myself, blaming multiple ulta egos over whose fault it was that I am here, mentally watching myself and unable to stop myself from being eaten by dirty, dirty creatures.
Fuck. Fuck.
We won't, Nico. You won't be here, the world probably won't even be here. What about an after life then, for the world? Some humans insist we have an after life, so why shouldn't the world have one. Isn't it in our nature to pick up the pieces? I'm sure the others could do that for us, carry on our legacy. But what if there aren't any others, Nico? There will be though. There will be some ridiculous invention to perserve a number of trained persons to re-create the world and way of society.
You won't even be here, Nico. You'll be dead. Whether it is your partner or children who have you burried, that is where you will spend you're dead of life. Oh fuck, shit, I can't believe that is going to happen to me. I'll just be laying there in a coffin, being eaten by whatever dirty creatures are next to me. Are they putting me in the ground because I am closer to a 'Hell' that way? Well, it seems it if they expect me to just lay there without being able to move or talk, stuck inside my own head, arguing with myself, blaming multiple ulta egos over whose fault it was that I am here, mentally watching myself and unable to stop myself from being eaten by dirty, dirty creatures.
Fuck. Fuck.
People with over creative imaginations shouldn't die, they don't stop thinking and moulding things. It's torture living with one in the world today. It is like, imgaination is the bitter gray and steel cold bars which are holding back my sanity. I thought creativity was mean't to be beautiful, it sounds beautiful, it sounds posh and English. Too bad it is insane!
Religion, religion, religion. No fuck off, we're not going there, it is a touchy subject I know nothing about but feel as though I should. Religion, this is why people find God. Not it's not. Yes, listen. It is so that they can have faith in the Lord that they will provide them with an after life after death. Shut up, you're offending people, they're going to attack you after this, is it even Christian or whatever to believe in an after life? I don't know. Well then stop talking about religion, it's going to be the war to end this world. You don't know that, you don't know that. I bet it. I think you should find God. Fuck off, I said it is a touchy subject, I don't want to play with you anymore.
Have you ever watched a digital clock, waited for the seconds to change and noticed that it has taken a really long time? Yes. Longer than usual? Yes, yes, why? You were watching the minutes. Am I insane? You wasted sixty seconds of life waiting for one second to change, you're sick. Convincing, but I am not sick.
1 comment:
you are definitely not sick...
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