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Look at it this way, this is page two! |
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holy, you're right! |
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we . . . we made it, boys! we made it! *hugs everyone while crying |
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wewt |
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holly crap, your wife and kids/2007 school play |
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Hard as we try, we all know this thread will stop growing one day. It'll reach what, 100 posts, 200 posts, 1000, and then it'll just stop and it will be all over. |
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who here is donating their organs? i agreed to it and have an official card, but now i regret it in case space people from the future decide to bring me back to life. |
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It's ok. Try eating a peanut butter sandwich. |
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Nice. |
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I'm an organ donor. But, I'm not exactly healthy, so I don't know if they're going to be worth very much. |
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I am, its on the back of my driving license. If I get into a terrible fire car accident and the license melts, the next to recieve my organs will have to wait their turn again. |
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Nice. |
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Just keep doing stuff. Eventually you'll be bored of doing stuff and you'll want to die. What really scares me is asteroids and plagues and nuclear war and stuff, someday there will be no sign that we were even here. I mean maybe we'll construct something like Rama, if our technology gets that advanced and we still have the resources, but what will that ultimately accomplish? And I'm sure we won't be able to properly colonize another planet before a huge disaster on Earth. Thinking longer term, the sun will become a Red Giant and swallow up the Earth... OH GOD. I wonder if we can build rocket boosters in the Pacific Ocean so we can fly the earth around space. We can utilize the magma within it as fuel or something. Like, build two massive volcanos in the ocean that can get propel us out of our evil sun's gravitational pull. |
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Plus, I know its obvious, but maybe bears repeating. Stressing out over it accomplishes nothing but makes you miserable until the inevitable happens. So, just ignore it and you'll go away. :-) |
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The 1870's were a simplier time. |
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The phonograph was invented in the 1870s. Edison was famously quoted as saying; "This is going to lead to some sweet fat beats." |
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lol i feel terrible now, high five |
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i would, |
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I've been morbidly fascinated by death since I was about 5. I would lie awake late into the night thinking over and over "One day I'm going to die, and will stop existing, and will never come back... forever... for all time... never ever returning... once I die, that's it... an eternity of nothingness". Thankfully that sensation only comes upon me once in a while these days... although the last time was quite recently, actually. Have you seen 'What About Bob?' The boy in that is funny. |
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heh, i actually thought about that boy during my binge on despair. still binging, by the way. |
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you win the internet. |
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im so heppy |
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Lolcats - I Can Has Cheezburger? |
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According to big's link, this should be of some use to you. |
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yeah that would be perfect. |
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okay, so i went out and picked up some black lipstick and a couple cure albums. i'm going to handle this. |
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Whatever you do, stay away from cemeteries if you have The Smiths on your MP3 player (even though I know you don't Listen'N'Walk) |
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haha! the fact that you remembered that just made life a little bit brighter. YOU ARE GOING TO DIE. |
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you need the age old solution to teenage anst PROSTITUTES! once you expel some liquid, your hormones will eventual settle down - mind you this much different from masturbation. Once you pay for sex you officially become a man, and the really big questions of life and death arnt really as important as you thought. |
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Hip Hoptimus Rhyme, Truckin' is my dime, & if you can't serve the time, then don't become hell-bent on taking over earth with your unruly gang of Robomechagodzilla transmogrificatin' metal heads. |
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oh god, everything that makes us Us is simply random electricity generated within the most fragile freakin' mush inside our heads, and once that's dashed then what, then what! daaaaaamn yooouuuu aaaapes! why did you have to evolve into uuuuuusssssss! |
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I thought we branched out before the apes came about? Isn't that the current Thought on the Subject?? Isn't that why they're our cousins and not our Grandaddies?! What the FUCK is going on? |
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see, i am ok with that. evolve within your lifetime, now thats something i would like to see. |
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half baked skull monkeys : |
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yet again : |
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That was surreal. |
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The page cannot be displayed kinda profound in a way, given the circumstances. |
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The page was dead. Dead was the page, yellowed by dust in a forgotten age. And yea I turned that page my weak fingers long spent of rage. In an age when that page could be turned, I too could be written upon like a blank parchment. But woe, now long past the stage of the age of the page, My leathery skin is immune to any ink, cosmic, metaphorical or Elsewise. Now I tremble with fear as I hurriedly near the death sentence awaiting me, for there at the foot of that terrible page, reads... THE END. (c) Edgar Allan Marlowe 1847 |
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that was his 404th poem, wasn't it? |
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strangely enough his 200th! |
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I admire the way you combined the Gothic with the Internet-Savvy. Plaudits have been launched and are expected to arrive shortly. *cranes neck to look out of the window at the myriad stars beyond... oh, wow... they're so beautiful... that dirty curve of daisy field... that must be the milky way... I'm looking at the galaxy I'm in.. there's something so cosmically satisfying about that...well, still no sign of those plaudits* |
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sentience is a curse that's constantly crapping into my mouth and forcing everyone i love to watch as i swallow. somebody asked me if i'd rather be a rock. if i was a rock with consciousness then i could use my imagination to live forever in an infinite number of unique scenarios. i don't wanna diiiieeeeee. |
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Your dying every day, just be happy with that. |
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die oh die oh diiiieeee oh oh ohhhh |
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I've had many troubled times thinking about nothingness. I first fixated on it when I was about 8 or 9. I'd ponder death and nothingness, then perceive for a moment that nothingness, and how all that I am is not there, no more this, no more that, no more memories. Afterwards I'd get a surge of anxiety that literally made my body capable of running miles on end. I'd cry at that age and call up my dad and ask about the future and medicines to prevent death, or I'd tell my mom if there was a doctor that could get rid of only that thought. Years past and it came back to me full swing, harsh panic attacks and stuff. I thought about it so much that I thought I'd have a heart attack. I don't fixate on the thought anymore, but it did do something to my mind, and while I no longer give thought to it, I've buried it with so much neuroses that if it came back, it would be aplified moreso than normally being frightened by it. A good thought to keep you sane is that energy cannot be destroyed, only transfered. When you get a cut, you bleed, then heal. A dead person doesn't heal. Where did that energy go? |
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we're all fucked |
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Why fucked? |
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To the metabolism of worms. |
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