I was thinkin again.
And time is alot like doing heroin.
I went to visit my great grandomothing once, she was bedridden and having her butt wiped off when she needed it and her flesh was just a bunch of mush.
Her pain was so immense, she begged me to end her life right there in front of everyone, she begged everyone waving her hands in the air.
But it occurs to me. Whats the difference between time and heroin?
Time, as it appeared, seemed to be even worse than heroin actually. At least heroin would have killed her like she desperately ended up wanting.
And that concludes our lesson for the day. Time=heroin when you are flesh that is trapped in a repeating cycle of reproduction of itself.
I think we’re all about screwed actually and any reproduction should be kept to the bare minimum.
It’s great isn’t it?! If you live long enough it has the same, or worse, affects of doing copious amounts of heroin! Woo hoo! Oh boy! Wonderful! Great! Everything is so pretty! I love it! Mmmmhmmmm! Cheers! Smiles all around! Can’t wait to wake up in the morning! Just another beautiful day! How are you? Im doing just fine! Ha ha ha, hee hee hee!
Get me the blank out of here already. This place is just horrible.