Oh my holy hell I am going to die. Why is this the thought I have whenever I'm actually enjoying myself? Man, I'm just trying to watch The Big Lebowski, and here it comes again: That brick wall in a black suit. Devoid of flowers. Of feeling. Beckoning to me during the summer days.
Even an afterlife or a reincarnation, that'd still be a reset. I won't get to keep my phone number.
Here's a question for all you couch philosophers out there: If i spend my whole life thinking about death, 'the hell's going to flash before my eyes in those final moments? Probably a Nine Inch Nails video or something.
Heh.
That's funny.
Well, ♥♥♥♥. I'd better start living huh.








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