Post by Alex on Jun 20, 2008 5:07:51 GMT
beauty from pain
though it wont be today
"life after death. its pretty bland, to tell you the truth. its slightly worse than what your used to; a depressing, bottomless pit of shitty food and shittier beer. but on the plus side, we don't age. because, well, we are kind of dead, after all. and i can only hope that dead people don't age. plus, there's not all that much to worry about. i mean, when your living, death is the most of your worries. but when your dead, its just like, whatever. you've got nothing to be afraid of because you've got nothing left to live for - because your dead! so you just wander around this place (its nothing like earth, and yet its completely the same), wondering what the hell you did to deserve this (though in all honesty you and i both know what it is we did to deserve this). its not hell, and its certainly not heaven. if there even is a heaven or hell, because even when your stuck in this in between, oddball place filled with suicidal, mentally unstable freaks of nature, the existence of heaven and hell is still an uncertainty. for all we know, all the other people that die might as well of just vanished! how the f*ck are we supposed to know? we're not even supposed to be dead."
some say everything happens for a reason, but honestly, thats not the case. if everything happened for a reason, then life after death would be a whole lot simpler. you'd either be screwed or, well, not. this isn't a religious matter, we aren't here to burst your bubble of belief on what happens when we fall into that endless sleep. no, we're just here to show you a world you never knew existed.
"who could think of a better punishment, really. i mean, everythings the same here, its just a little worse. its got no name, it has no facts (its just you and your own personal beliefs and grievances). f*cking albert einsteens don't exist here, at least as far as i know. they like to keep you in the dark about stuff (they being the people i presume are in charge of this place, because really, how else could everything here seem so simply shitty)? this place has no name, it has no meaning. the only thing we all have in common, the only thing we all share, is our ticket stubs from Earth - we all ended ourselves the same way, you know? suicide, the taunting, ugly truth behind our actions and the reactions that followed. its funny to think that no one has tried to beat it out of here the same way they got into this whole mess, but then again the only thing probably keeping us from trying to commit suicide again is the possibility of winding up in a bigger shithole then the one we're already living (or not living) in. we can't smile, we can't truly enjoy anything. there's just this big, shitty city, and then open, endlessly shittier desert. i've taken a roadtrip or two out there, but they both ended the same: me, giving up out of hopelessness. the only things i could ever find were gas stations, every five hundred miles traveled, and broken down, forgotten vehicles. a few random bars and a few rodent-ridden hotels. a prison for those truly fucked up. really, this place isn't anything other than a punishment. thats it."
a boy of nine years old took his town by surprise when his lifeless body was found, wrists slit. a teenage girl hangs herself in the girls bathroom at school after she was publically harassed and humiliated by fellow students. an elderly man announced to have three months to live shoots himself in the head. suicides. turns of fate that were never truly meant to occur. you seriously didn't think that your actions would have zero consequences, did you? this place isn't here to punish you, or at least thats how the motto seems to go. its just slightly worse than the world you came from. this place has a way of making you cringe at the thought of every time you said, "i wish i was better off," back when you were still alive. because now you see how well off you truly were compared to how you are now. not living in this place thats not completely horrid, but not completely nice, either. its just boring, bland, pathetic. its a place called life after death .
